Heart Garden

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And sometimes, in the fleeting breath
between thoughts, in the moon
that peeks through restless clouds,
in that perfect moment between
lost, shivering memories and lifeless
future projections, we truly arrive,
to where we are, and maybe the gates
don’t swing open and invite you
into your life, but maybe you approach,
cautiously, with feet more assured
the farther you go, and maybe
you stop to gather the beautiful seeds
you can plant and nourish as long
as it takes to grow them into
the wild, stunning garden of your heart.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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The Garden of Your Heart

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What is in the garden of your heart?
Is it growing wildly,
according to its nature,
free of the burdens of symmetry,
conformity to the structure of design?
Is it heeding its own rules and principles,
abiding by its own laws of harmony,
does it sing with great abandon
the songs from its forebears
that are embedded in its bones,
or when those do not do the work of healing,
a tune of its own making?
Does it feel joy and sorrow
in equal measure, and celebrate both
as grand pillars of the human experience?
Does it come to stand in great stillness
so as to invite in the whispers
of what lies beyond our precious humanity?
Have you done all you can to ensure
that the garden of your heart
has what it needs to keep growing,
and do you trust it to be all that it is,
to thrive and stand in the light
even when the darkness, as it does, comes?
How do you take care of your heart’s garden,
knowing that the storms and seasons,
like your own caged treasure,
stay true to their own dispositions,
and destroy as they create?
Will you learn you see destruction
as the seed of all creation,
and creation as an infinity of possibility,
depending on what you want your garden to be?
Is your vision gentle, loving and kind,
and is it directed at the beauty of you?
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Grow the Garden

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Until we can fully grow,
the garden inside us,
which is to say, to see,
to seek, and to love
the blossoms and thickets
surrounding the heart,
Until we can venture there,
May we seek the gardens,
fields, mountains and trails
we still have left to us,
May we cherish them,
be in constant wonder of them,
and seek refuge in them.
May be first become aware
of the magnanimity of
everything they are,
and vow to protect them,
knowing that as we do this,
we are doing nothing less
than guarding the seeds
of our own evolution,
of the heart revolution.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Eat the Garden

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We ate the garden
but the garden
never stopped knowing
how to return;
it is we who suffer,
in our fear
of being consumed
and never finding
our way back.
The garden grows
without suffering
and without joy;
it is just
the garden growing,
life upon life upon life,
not because
we have needed it to,
despite our attempts
to fit into our
smallest of dimensions.
We will eat
the garden as long
as we are here,
but will we ever learn
to become the garden?
– Tammy Takahashi
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Welcome to your Garden

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Welcome to the garden of your life.
It’s so pretty here, if you find yourself
taking it all in at exactly the right moment,
when the flowers are in full bloom,
and the sun glints just so through the treetops
and into the lush, verdant space around you.
There is someone praying, maybe it’s you,
for relief from the feeling that everything should stay,
that the worst thing that could happen
is that all of this is going to change.
It is a deep and earnest prayer
that brings tears to the eye
and a deep rattling within the heart cage.
Maybe your eyes were closed, so you open them,
and the sun’s rays have shifted just enough
that the flower petals, as you take note,
have changed their direction to follow
the source of their nourishment.
It’s still your garden; you are still
in its endlessly deep, luxurious confines,
and you’ve never felt more free,
letting the changes do
what they were always going to,
and these transitions around you
are the heralding of life,
it’s coming and changing and going,
and fear that it will all disappear
is the golden emblem of your humanity.
It is your gorgeous humanity,
singing and haunting and taunting,
crying and pleading and laughing.
The garden takes it all in,
has only love to give back.
Take note of your garden; take it all in
with the time you’ve been given.
There is so much being offered,
and it’s all for you.
 
– TT

For the Muse

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for the gardens
that never succumb
to the weight of
their history,
for the ancient
wooden structures
that become
more full of love
with each passing
year, until one
day they will
collapse from
the enormity of
this love that has
seeped into
its bones,
for the muse,
which compels me
to bring heart to hand,
word to page,
even when i don’t
know what i
have to say,
even when no
expression will
ever reflect
what inside, too
is always changing,
with gratitude
for the trying,
for the going on
 
– TS