The House of the World

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What do you find in your house?
Does everything you’ve put there
have its hallowed, rightful place?
Can you move freely and softly?
Does everything serve a purpose,
does it reach for the highest good?
Are the foundations humble,
and also unshakably strong?
Do you feel as though you live
As a mountain creature might,
So closely connected to earth,
While living a skyward journey?
Is everything that you have here
Also something you are offering,
And to whom, and to what end?
Do you look around you and see
that your house is your body
and the body of everything that is?
Will you let the life-giving air in,
and will you let your house breathe,
and make room for the new,
and can we care for the house,
and share the house of the world?

– Tammy Takahashi

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We All Want Home

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It’s possible to spend a
lifetime looking for home
 
After many humble beginnings
Many false if hopeful starts
 
After bowing in thanks and
reverence for finding ourselves here,
 
For being given the chance to
know the awe of our humanity,
 
Thankful, too, for the realization
that home is a space we seek
 
Having found it in juicy parts,
the fiery sun descending over waters,
 
The bird’s first chirp as it arches
its tiny neck for mother, for food,
 
The cicadas heralding their arrival
for a cycle in comforting song,
 
The startling clarity of a cool,
clear river rushing downstream.
 
Between solid ground and the
expansion of sky, we are here,
 
Where for a startling moment,
inside matches out and our breath
 
Is the air of a thousand ways
to soothe and balm the world.
 
We will travel through many
places that will not be home,
 
Where we squeeze and constrict
and try and anguish and scream
 
In confusion for why home is not
our birthright, now, at the ready,
 
And then we will breathe, and breathe
again, and find that the pursuit of home
 
Is why we are here, and that there will
be nothing sweeter than arriving. -TS
 

Let’s Build Our House

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The house I will build for you
will not always be the most
perfect or well-kept house,
 
It will not always be standing
as firmly as you need it too, upon
its foundation of good intentions
 
It will at times shake and shiver
as the winds howl into gales that
have all the markers of rage and fury
 
It might sigh and tremble and
start to collapse in certain parts
as though doubt itself built its joints
 
And the waters running beneath
will seep into its skin and bones
and threaten to drown the house
 
That we have constructed with all
the love we know how to put into
this world through the things we make
 
And the things we find, that we
want so badly to hold in firm embrace
and never let go, and never leave
 
But this house I will build for you
will always persevere, because the
blood of generations runs through
 
Its sometimes strong and sometimes
wavering frame, and it beats and it
palpates until we recognize the dance
 
And the view from all sides will
always be sublime, and the horizons of
love will always keep it standing. – TS