Colour Divine

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To stop and think of the wonder,
of how colours, in combination,
can create cosmic perfection,
making me remember my youth,
and the the first kaleidoscope
I brought my fledgling eyes to,
and the joy and overwhelm
of seeing different universes form
with each turn of the hand,
every few seconds, the bliss of it.
Carefully placed, ordinary objects
become masterpieces of joy
and inspiration to integrate
fully into the bounty of this life.
Stray sounds, lonesome alone,
become our favourite symphonies,
bringing tears to our grateful hearts.
The world is always in motion,
the parts are moving, and available,
and we can reach higher,
we can strive and graspt for unity,
and live in the splendor of the whole,
every single time. May we strive.
May we reach. Within, and without.

– Tammy Takahashi

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“Fear in One Moon Cycle” – Day 3

Hello dear souls,

I’ve decided to start a project for one month of sharing my deepest, most genuine and sincere fears.

My intention is not to add to our climate of fear in this world, but to to expose, to bring to light the shadow side of self so that the light may find it, so that healing can take place, so that I can participate in the amazing movement I see around me in which vulnerability becomes strength, so that we can share our stories and appease our fears together. So that we can overcome our fears, the negativity it generates, and move toward a peace in the soul, a peace in the world.

I encourage and welcome the sharing of your stories of fear, too. You are not alone.

Love,

Tammy

 

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How to Grow

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I want to start again,
Be conditioned by trees,
As though I am
In a position to come awake
For the first time.
I want to find myself
Crawling on forest growth,
And I want to use a rock
To steady myself
As I take these first steps.
I want my first friends
To be grasshoppers
And butterflies
And owls of the night,
And I want to learn early on,
That death is life’s way,
And that this is not
Something to be scared of.
I want to come alive again
to the sound of wind
Carrying everything
To the place needs to go,
And to invite everyone
To arrive with me there.

– Tammy Takahashi

For All the Victims of Sexual Assault, With Love.

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People’s hearts are ripping open.
Mine is too. The clawing tear.
There is no painless way to arrive
at the truth, at emancipation.
To wrest the long-buried secrets
From festering in the darkest caves,
To lay bare the grisly stories
And understand the vicious stronghold
Of the oppressor in locking them down,
For so long, in their greed, and fear.
There is no winner where power lives.
There is no winner where power lives.
Past the bloody fields of power’s rule,
I see children. Wounded, bright, pure.
They are us. What we want to be.
What we have never learned
To retain as we grow older.
I see us feeling before thinking.
I see us accepting before drawing lines
in the sand of you and I, he and she.
I see us looking around at the wreckage,
unsure how this all came to be.
I see us crying, understanding
from a deep place of ancient sadness.
I see looking at each other and
bowing at the alter of what is sacred
in every last person among us, and,
without speaking, vowing. Never again.
No subjugation. No lies. No cover-ups.
No thirst for more than we need.
No false needs. No avoiding the pain inside.
I see us embracing our pain together.
I see us knowing this pain is all of ours.
I see us reaching for joy beyond pain,
and knowing this joy has no limits,
and is destined for each one of us.
I see peace. I see love. I see peace.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Invitation

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At first glance,
coming into the space,
there is bright light
casting darkness within.
The luminescence overpowers.
It is alluring, mysterious, it blinds.
We can stay here for a moment,
either terrified of the shadows
or subsumed by a desire
to merge with the light.
But everything changes,
And here is the invitation:
to sit,
(there is a seat waiting for you)
and look through the fiery frame,
to watch the parts slowly appear,
to witness life unfold.
To gaze outward,
with the clear and deep memory
of how this light first penetrated you,
to feel this illuminated self
and the outer spaces as one,
to feel the power and grace
of bringing self to world,
to do what’s needed,
to make things right,
to honour the shadows
and to find the light.

– Tammy Takahashi

For a Hard Day

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When it’s too haunting
and the memories spill over,
threatening to dismantle
the fragile, beautiful edifice
of your everyday life
and hard won victories,
When the emotions assault,
and you honour each of them
even as they dance and clash
and squirm in all directions,
and they don’t know where to go
and you don’t know how to guide them,
Take it all into your space, and retreat.
You don’t have to go far,
or to bury yourself
in the layers underneath,
above or beyond where you are.
You don’t need to escape.
It is all here, right here,
in one sublime sunset,
in the rippling sea speaking of forever
that glistens in each wave
lapping against the shore.
Find a tree, kneel down, graze roots
that commingle with the entire planet,
taking all that life force through trunk
and up to the highest branches,
carrying messages of the sky
back down to earth,
for every single one of us.
Listen for those secrets
with utmost silence, your prayer,
and as you reach down
to touch stones and smell soil,
notice how it is, in every sense,
there for you, a perfect full presence.
All of it, all of it, for every part of you,
no judgement, only love. Only love.

– Tammy Takahashi

I. You. Love

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I will take my gaze far,
but I will not lose sight of you,
I will not stop searching
for the source of your strength
as I climb into my own,
I will honour each of your breaths,
that takes and gives
and reminds me of the power
of perfect presence.
I will sense the expansion
that is possible in our union,
even if I forget for a time
and think that freedom
lies on distant shores.
I will always come back
and know what opens
in the infinite space between us,
in the space between
our foreheads touching,
eyes meeting,
hearts coming closer.
I will, like a great warrior,
fight each of my dizzying fears
to allow them to come closer,
and I will thank you for waiting,
as you have, as we will,
and so it goes, this well of love.

– Tammy Takahashi