To Find You.

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Farther than the
infinite bounds
 
Of our universe,
a plea, a grasp.
 
A walk through
the land between
 
You and I.
I feel parched
 
Here, the sun
has squeezes out
 
From me the
nectar of courage.
 
I retreat, head
cast down, and
 
In the glint of sand
so soft and fluid,
 
An invitation: stay.
But I’ve been here
 
So long. The story
is old. I want to
 
Shake it off now,
leave its formidable
 
Shell here to dry
in the mid-morning
 
Heat. The mirage,
too, tempts me with
 
Her guileless beauty,
for having what I
 
Could never claim
for myself.
 
I do want the very
edges of our known
 
Worlds. Don’t we all?
Where have I been
 
looking? You have
been seeing me this
 
whole time. I am
coming to find you. – TS

Do Not Be Afraid

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Breathe in peace.
Breathe out peace.
 
I do not know where
the breath comes from,
nor where it goes.
 
I do not know
how the words arise,
nor where they land.
 
A lifetime spent learning
is no preparation
for the journey of knowing.
 
Sometimes I fall
under the weight of words,
the vehicle of my lessons,
 
Their ability to
sear right through me
as though they had weight.
 
What am I afraid of?
That beyond the words,
A gate is ready to fly open?
 
That back through
the layers of spacetime
lies an origin of purity?
 
Why are we so afraid
of what is pure and benevolent,
and always open to us?
 
Breathe peace in and out.
Rest in stillness
so as to watch fear go. – TS

Joy to Fear to Love

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The palpitating in our hearts is fear.
The shaking of our limbs is shock.
The knots in our neck are frozen indecision.
The tension in our shoulders is the weight of the world.
The constriction in our throats is helplessness.
The ache in our joints is the control we never had.

And yet, it is also this.

The look on our faces is hope.
The glimmer in our eyes is joy.
The smile on our faces is optimism.
The daydreaming we do is for a good tomorrow.
The bond between us is our link to the future.
The hands reaching out to everyone else is love.

And it is not as easy as making the choice.
But it is as simple as accepting them both.- TS

To The Light

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With every screaming nerve
and every frayed edge
 
With the exhaustion that
follows a night of terrors
 
Upon realizing that rainbows
don’t always come with the rain
 
And our desperate pleas
are being swallowed by the wind
 
Fearing that fear itself is
consuming the right, real and true
 
I ask of us all, from heart’s depth
to love, and love more, and then more
 
To not turn away from
terrifying grips of this darkness
 
To not turn away from
the betrayed and the heartbroken
 
To find ways for us all
to come together, fast, deep
 
Let’s please hold hands
With a fierce not-letting-go
 
Let us choose listening not anger
Let us work toward understanding
 
Let us work to carve
Endless paths toward light. – TS

Coming Home

Day 18

My Street Japan. DAY 18. Tammy T. Stone

Aren’t we all looking
for the same things?
To stand, facing sun
streaming down on
our faces – one face
like the sand dune
before fearsome wind
spreads and scatters
us and we don’t know
how to make our
gracious landing.
Aren’t we all looking
to land softly, gently,
with a hand to hold
and a loving home
to come home to? – TS

The Other Side of Darkness

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I close my eyes
and the darkness
reverberates in my head,
consuming the anticipation
that leaps playfully in the sun,
flapping like clothes in the breeze
on a midsummer’s day.
 
The darkness enfolds
as darkness can ably do,
in not letting up, in laying bare
its breadth and expansion,
unlike the clothes in the breeze,
the chasm deep, void and still,
fear’s restless homeland.
 
I squeeze my eyes shut,
and the landscape changes
to a show of spectral colors
not veiling the darkness within
but assuring: we are always
here to meet you. We are always
where your journey goes. – TS

One Step Changes the World

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As we wonder about
all the big questions,
maybe lying huddled in bed
sleepless the depths of night,
maybe unable to see the moon,
glowing the world whole
through the frosted window,
there are tiny ants
building their civilizations,
leaves rustling in the wind,
flowers on the cusp of bloom,
hearts brimming and breaking,
clouds in ever changing
formation.
There is the single step
the genesis of motion,
made with countless
sensations
gathered at our feet,
that holy vessel our
foundation.
Foot touches ground,
and the entire earth
is transformed,
and we are changed
in our deepest
awareness. – TS