Hand on Heart

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Where will you go
once your feet are planted
firmly on the ground?
Did you know how far they were
from their sacred origins until now,
as you bring your attention
to the earth under your feet,
feel the cool perfection
of soil, sediment, the network of roots
that is your true birthplace?
Can you breath all the way
into the soles of your feet,
and feel the pulse
of the center of the earth
as it breathes dragon fire
up through your sacrum and spine,
in communion with the sun,
and can you feel that you are
between the two, a messenger
between earth and air,
between fire and sky,
both conductor and part
of the world’s greatest symphony?
Can you place your hand
on your beating heart,
the molten lava of it,
the perfect, messy garden of it,
and ask it what it wants,
what it needs, what it dreams,
and can you plant your feet
even deeper, reach even higher,
bring even more fire to
the illustrious lands of your living?
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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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

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

Awe

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There are times, before the awe
washes everything else away,
when I am confronted by beauty
in all of its varied manifestations,
and all I desire is to stare, without end,
while asking: tell me what you know.
Tell me what you know; I am starving
for the secrets you must harbor within;
you made it look so effortless: this beauty.
At times like this I do not yet trust
what it is that I know, that brought me
along the footpath leading to wonder,
the trails that have led me to awe.
To penetrate the wisdom of another,
one has just to look, to want to see,
not from the mind, always hungry,
not even from the eyes, so receptive,
but from the heart, where no words live,
where we are all, so sacred, already joined,
and from the hands, our heart’s extensions,
that reach out to touch this love, embodied,
that cries with us in our painful searching,
rips away the spaces between me and you,
where doubt grows, where only awe should be.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Open eyes, Open heart

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There is always more
we can strip away,
we have accumulated
so much. For so long.
We’ve buried ourselves
in the things that remove
from us the way of
right seeing, the seen.
We have inherited
and then we’ve created
stories that adorn,
tantalize, haunt us,
give us the false impression
that this is who we are,
that bare their claws
like tentacles around
our well-meaning hearts
just as they catch a
glimpse of a free world,
and an unencumbered way
of being at one with it.
We know that the way
back to this, our world
is the way into ourselves,
but we don’t know
where to rest our gaze
among a dizzying array
of options, and directions.
Hearts beating fast, we rest.
Close our eyes. Breathe.
Allow what haunts to haunt.
Enter the fear like warriors.
Quiet the stories ricocheting
in our bodies’ chambers,
as if to honor their passing.
Open our eyes. Begin.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Song of Us

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And the song of the wind

That happy but serious whistle

That permeates all borders,

Mingling with the chant

Of the rumbling mountains,

The tinkling whisper

Of the buttercup

Coming into first bloom,

The low and steady hum

Of moss carpeting the ground

In the forests of the world.

There is not one song

That sings louder,

Or tries to override

Or outlive the other.

They are our blood,

The veins that carry it,

An extraordinary number of parts

Working in the name of

Our continuance.

Do we hear any of them at all?

But then, a moment so crushing

That we fall to our knees,

Come to what is maybe

The first silence

In the legend of our lives.

A note appears, a harmony,

Difficult to locate at first,

But it’s not long before

The songs of all the elements

Reach our ears,

And it can only be so,

In the precise way

Our hearts need them to,

So that we are all hearing

Different music, the song of us,

Made of the exact same sounds.

And this is how we are all one.

And this is how we are all love.