To Reach the Sky

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Sometimes we feel leaden
That we will never soar,
The sky feels so far away,
The ground pulls us under.
What we forget, sometimes,
Is that we don’t have to
travel so far to get there,
To lighten the vessel
We carry ourselves in,
That all we have to do,
If we want to reach the sky,
Is to sit and rest in stillness,
Watch life effortlessly be,
Let thoughts pass like clouds,
Play a smile on happy lips,
And bring the sky right to us.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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We Are All One

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We are all earthbound,
our birthright
in the sprouting buds of spring,
in the moss and stone
of our living days.
We are all creatures of water,
learning to sink to the depths
so that we may emerge,
drenched with the wisdom
of centuries, of the ages
we will now carry with us,
all the days of our lives.
We are all airborne,
Mastering the art
of taking flight
because our wisdom tells us
that there are no bounds,
that we can connect
beyond the borders
of our bodies and lands,
with all that lies ahead,
above, through, and eternal,
carried only, always by love.

– Tammy Takahashi

From Here to Sky.

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Sometimes I marvel at
the rightness of things
 
That just when I feel
so tired that going on
 
Becomes an act of tripping,
stumbling, doubting it all,
 
And my limbs are so heavy,
my heart clenched with fear,
 
I remember where I am.
Which is here for all of us.
 
It’s the ground, rich, solid,
sure. So I take off my shoes
 
And immediately feel a pulse.
I lie down: earth revives me.
 
How right it is, that there is
so much below us to support,
 
And that we get to look up,
At all that sky, weightless, huge,
 
And that we get to peak at and
contemplate all that blue forever
 
Through the most stunning
Little gateway leaves of green. – TS

Look at Her

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There is always
somewhere to land.
Look at the red leaf,
effusing life even
fallen from the tree,
marking the passage
of the seasons
in a siren call of
lush vibrant red.
She doesn’t ask for a
better, softer ground.
She doesn’t wonder
why she is not in
the forest that is her
essence and birthright.
Look how stately,
how firm, as last life
ebbs from her veins,
how she becomes
the ground herself,
for another, smaller,
leaf which has flailed,
lighter, more fragile,
in the wind, despite
how green she is,
a story cut
from its source,
a babe far from
her mother’s milk.
May we always
cushion each other
and help provide
precious ground. – TS

The Gold of Day {Poem}

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I edge closer to the

Small leaves turning

Autumn red

And dive in

Entranced by the

Velveteen richness,

Become swallowed until

I emerge bounding

On the other side,

Deep in the Himalayan forests,

Among the tall, thin saplings

Where the white fox dog

Has been waiting

For our return,

And leaps over

Panting his joyous breaths

And we sit, side by side,

On the slope of the

Forest mountain

The moist earth our cushion

Watching the sun trickle down

A slow fractal descent

In the gold of day

– Tammy T. Stone