Life Likes Living

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If we can distill one single essence
from the wonders that surround us,
it might be this: that life likes living.
Let’s say it again: life likes living,
life perpetuates herself with ease,
grace, and unfiltered generosity.
The Earth is thirsty; there is rain.
Creatures are gasping; watch;
seedlings and shoots are growing.
The trees they become give us
our own capacity to be nourished,
offer shade when the fire sun,
doing what it does best, emits
the heat that sustains our time here.
The world is glowing, ever-creating,
you can see in in the tiniest things,
the small flower peeking through
the concrete we’ve laid in hopes
of asserting a semblance of control
where we never really had any,
for more than an uneasy little while.
Life likes living, and will persist
in this, an uncanny triumph as great
as our capacity to be and to imagine,
and of course they are the same.
Our imaginations, too, have no end,
they grow and are fed on the same
rich soil from which everything comes.
We are tendrils growing with the trees,
we are stars piercing through the night,
and it is only when we choose to be apart,
to regard nature’s beauty as though
we are not embedded right inside of it,
that we compromise its right to flourish
and the unbearable pain begins,
because we’ve forgotten life’s love of life.
May we remember the heart of us,
borne of earth’s blood, skyward bound,
and serve the life that we are with joy.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Be What You Are

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It is the nature of a flower to bloom;
It wouldn’t know what else to do.
It will never walk across the field
To commune with the faraway trees.
It won’t kiss the sky on a bird’s wing,
Or climb the distant mountains,
It won’t arch its pretty spine up
To greet the sky before first light.
It knows when to stay buried and wait,
and when to greet the world again.
It doesn’t know how to be beautiful,
But this takes away none of the beauty.
Its wisdom is its graceful blossoming
Into what it was always meant to do.
It is the sacred purpose of a flower
To bloom, and nothing internal to it
Will ever stop this great unfolding.
May we learn from the flower’s grace,
To find what we are, and be that, fully,
As though our lives depended on it.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Wonder of Side by Side

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The wonder of side-by-side,
how the one never tugs at
the luster of her companion,
how there is no struggle at all.
 
Let’s take a small moment
to contemplate the mystery
that is also no mystery at all,
of the harmony in difference.
 
The trees do it unthinkingly,
bearing life in all the colors,
not enjoying freedom in unity,
but embodying ours eternally.
 
They ask not even to be seen
but offer themselves to our gaze,
boasting no magic, but teaching
us everything we need to know. – TS