Into Nature

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The gift of the outside,

Those parts we have never

Figured out how to take

In their totality,

For our own ends,

The flowers that are not

Sitting in water in a shop

Waiting to greet a loved one,

Someone saddened

Or in anger,

The trees that have not

Been torn down for

Our furniture, our journals,

And who has ever

Even dared to bring

A mountain home?

This is what we must seek.

We must leave our world

Of taking, using,

And throwing away,

And must move

Into the spaces

That have no need for us

Though their love for us

Is pure and unending.

We must bury our noses

in that aromatic space

between rock and soil,

where rain gives life

all of its memories.

We must return home,

Taking nothing with us,

But our wild, forever hope.

The Journey Home

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What is this yearning,

To come back to myself,

As though it is possible

To depart, though,

My deepest experience

Tells me I’ve left

So many times before?

Does a tree ever wonder

About returning home,

As it stands, year after year,

Nothing but strength

And the truth of its own

Enduring, patient existence,

As the seasons come and go,

As the leaves lose

Their life’s blood, fall,

Nourish the ground

And the tree feels no shame

At being naked, forced

To face another unimaginable

Winter, the specter of fire,

The wrath of sick insects,

The glowering face of Time.

The tree doesn’t seek renewal,

Does not carve a path

It might one day take

To find the core of its being.

Even the flower,

Which curls back into itself

Each purple twilight,

Is not traveling home,

But is answering the call,

Every time, to be this version

Of itself, the only one possible,

This moment of moments,

Pure and true and now.

And so it should be,

Not a journey of miles

Foraging for insights

As a squirrel does for food,

To come back and get found,

No, the only journey to take

Has already been made,

Or we would not be here,

And ours is the job of discovery.

The Hollows

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In the hollows

Of the mountain range,

Of your sloping back,

Where we want to rest

And the hints are gentle,

Of the magnitude

In our midst, everywhere,

Finally, the delight

In recognizing

The negative spaces

That cast life’s glories

Its turbulent stories

Into the glow of relief,

So that we are,

Again, ready,

Knowing now, again,

Why we are here,

This pause our moment

Seized, to bring back

All the parts of ourselves

We have left behind,

The trails of our

Sacred flight,

To breathe in, out,

Grab hold of the heart

Our compass,

And set out again,

And again,

Until the shadows

No longer scare us,

And the horizon

Is our doorway home.

Why Do We Dream of Home?

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Why do we dream of home?

Why do we long to return,

Somewhere both near and far,

Somewhere on the path ahead,

Leading us from behind,

Where the images have

Faded to wisps, to dark?

Why do we dream of home

Like we are in need of saving,

Like there is a nest, a shelter,

Loving arms to harbor us

When we’ve become strangers

To the deepest parts of self?

Where can home possibly be,

After we have searched

The corners of the world

Looking for a place to rest,

Having combed every part

Of the recesses of mind,

To discover what is true,

And what can be good?

When we will know, finally,

That home is the deep breath

Of all the oceans heaving,

A breathing in and breathing out

That allays the fear

Of having lost ourselves,

Because there is no way,

Any longer, to deny

The four walls, floor and roof

Of the home we have lived in

From the moment of our birth,

And that will carry us,

And let us live and pray,

Lose and find, come and go

As many times as we need to,

And will welcome us back

To ourselves without hesitation:

This body, our aspirations,

The joy of our embodied now.

– Tammy Takahashi

 

Trailer for my New Poetry Book!

I’m so excited to share with you the beautiful trailer for my new book, which is coming out on June 6! Thank you to Golden Dragonfly Press!

For all you poetry lovers, and anyone who would like to open a book so we can share a space of love, longing, hope, uncertainty, love of nature and a wish for peace … I welcome you with open arms!

Click HERE to view the video!

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New Poetry Book: Cover Reveal!

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BOOK COVER REVEAL!!

Here it is! With the onset of spring, and also World Happiness Day, World Poetry Day and World Forests Day (wow!), I’m so happy to show you the cover of my new poetry book, LAND! Thank you to Golden Dragonfly Press!

“The poems of ‘Land’ explore our bodies and selves as terrain to be navigated, accepted and loved. Where estrangement meets intimacy, where lost youth meets the inevitability of aging, where fear meets hope, where doubt meets empowerment, where the natural world and the elements as our precious teachers meet our readiness to dive right into our lives—these are the intersections that lie at the heart of this collection, which uncovers a great paradox of our times: adrift, we long to feel truly, completely at home, while knowing deep within that there’s nowhere else we can be; we are already there, exactly where we are.”
—Tammy Takahashi

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We are Home

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we find ourselves
turning away from what
we’ve had and known
dreams of distant suns
and faraway moons
proving too powerful
to calm the restless heart
and allow us to stay
we see ourselves
getting lost in the
seas and oceans of
the hearts and minds
of others, the din of
all that came before this,
as we search for the compass
the gravity, the ground
until we experience,
in one moment, a return
that is not quite a return,
and it can be the glint of an eye,
one embrace, the rustling
of one leaf or the magnanimity
of one ancient, holy tree,
and we know:
we are protected
the ground is ours and not ours,
yet yet, in our humility,
an opening as wide as
a cave that promises the world
has offered itself, and we are ready to
find the treasures and shadows within:
we are home.
– TS