Trailer for my New Poetry Book!

I’m so excited to share with you the beautiful trailer for my new book, which is coming out on June 6! Thank you to Golden Dragonfly Press!

For all you poetry lovers, and anyone who would like to open a book so we can share a space of love, longing, hope, uncertainty, love of nature and a wish for peace … I welcome you with open arms!

Click HERE to view the video!

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We are the living.

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We are all the living
we are all the dying.
We are in this one world,
each of us a universe
bound to the next
in humility and servitude
if we choose.
We must choose.
There is no default
set to make things right
if we do not forge
a path of kindness.
There is observing, repenting,
learning, starting again,
but there no starting over.
We are the living,
we are the dying.
We witness and document,
make art and make love,
because there are a million ways
we are human,
but one way in which
we need to share,
to be understood,
to be met with the compassion
that chokes us
when the world
is strangled by so much suffering.
Let us grace the living
with every possibility for life;
it is the work of our life to live,
and make each breath
a windstorm blowing in the direction
of restoring dignity for all.
 
– tammy takahashi

Easter Spring Light

 

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The plenitude
of ways of seeing,
from the ground up,
and then,
slowly,
like a door opening
to a flood of light
that would
be contained,
like the first chords
of a song
breaking the silence
to fill and make
a world,
from the outside
and inside
at once,
and movement
stops being movement,
but presence,
and striving
stops being striving,
but grace.

Finding Heart

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Maybe I’ve been looking
at the wrong things,
and for too long,
and in places not meant
for our communion.
Maybe there’s not
so far to go, to do things
like watch every flower grow,
the seasons come and go.
Maybe this is where
we find the time we fear
is running away from us,
while we’ve been fleeing, madly,
in every direction from here.
I want to watch every creature
take their first breath this world,
see the fledgling growth,
the wide-eyed wonder,
the absorption of everything
we will choose to give it.
I want to sit outside
and watch wind become rain,
and sun become life.
I want to feel with my fingers
how trees age with grace
and how the earth
harbors seed and root,
which provide so much.
I want to witness
the life cycle of a cicada,
and contemplate eternity
flowing in the breath of their
short-lived song,
and marvel at perspective.
I want to be so still
that I can hear
every heartbeat at once,
loving and doubting,
in honour and in strife,
from beginningless
to never-ending time,
giving everything,
needing only this.