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The Heart Song
Sometimes, the heart
will guide the eyes to deceive us,
because we can grow
too accustomed to the view;
what is pretty, what alarms us,
what we find distasteful,
what makes us sing.
We want to sing, always,
the song elevates us
in all of its incarnations,
but we must allow it
to transmute, to migrate
from each of our emotions
as it greets the world
gone by, as it has led us
to this very moment.
To bring the song to life,
maybe, for now,
close the eyes, feel the chest
expand to become the whole body,
allow room for the heart
to swell, rattle, cry out,
encompass the battle
that must be fought
before it can be won.
Allow the battle to play out,
and it is of course not a battle,
but the voices that have been trying
for so long, to be heard,
and hear them, and open your eyes
to a brand new space of your making.
Allow it to look different, and strange,
and even a little scary;
allow yourself to attune
to this brave new day
you have created for yourself;
fall in love with new colour combinations,
sounds and textures; they are
where your transformation begins.
– Tammy Takahashi
Hand on Heart
Heart Garden
The Garden of Your Heart
Grow the Garden
Awe
Open eyes, Open heart
The Song of Us
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.
As You Are
To see before
Before seeing again,
A look back
Through the storied
Remains, sifting through
Everything that has brought
Us here, to this moment,
Holding ourselves captive
With the walls of everything
We have always believed.
And what if we choose
To believe nothing but this:
The fact of our breath
Climbing and descending
The temple, our body,
Feeding the places that hurt,
Without needing to know
Why we are hurting so,
Loving all of us, anyway.
The work of our hands,
As they reach for the heart,
To hear the sound
Of it beating, to know
That this is also the sound
Of the world’s oceans
Ebbing and flowing,
And that nothing is more
Powerful than her roars,
Her swells, her motions.
To stand under the moon
And on a bed of earth,
And find that they meet,
From above, from below,
Right where you are,
And find their source
In the very center of you,
Not as you’ve been,
Not as you will be,
But as you are now.