Healing Our World

DSCF1275

There are so many ways
to be, to say, to act, to feel,
There are so many avenues
on the path from here to there,
So many roads that have led us
to this converged, crystal moment
that we know in our bones is full
of tremendous suffering and sorrow.
The anger has erupted, is spilling over;
we are not attending to the pain inside.
We are fighting every last instinct
to come forward with our deep dark stories
and nobody is listening, really hearing us.
We are not seeing; we are not being seen.
Our stories, which need air to heal
are fighting for every last breath.
We are trying to claw our way out,
But find ourselves stuck where we started,
and we know – it can’t go on like this.
It can’t go on. We can’t. And we won’t.
So we are here, but we are not here.
The principles that can carry us forward
will never desert us, but we’ve forgotten
how to reach for them, and to learn
how to be what we already are,
when we attend to the softest self
that lies underneath volcanic explosions
and swims in an ocean of time,
before and after history, outside of all this.
Let us not forget our history,
Let us honour each and every one,
But let us also not forget
the love, compassion, respect, heart
that allow for herstory’s continuance.
That bring us to our only and true nature
that ebbs, flows, screams, soothes,
but always comes back to this,
a warrior’s kind and gentle persistence.

– Tammy Takahashi

Advertisements

The Way of Us

P1350582

Sometimes I think
that if I could find
a way to walk,
which is to say,
to be in this world
in such that
a bird would land
on my head and
feel comfortable
perching there
day after day …
 
I do know that
it would take more
than the straight
back of statuesque
serenity of perfect
posture to get
the bird to stay.
It would, at the
very least, take me
understanding
the nature of things.
 
I would have to
feel in my bones
that it is the bird’s way
to migrate, and use
these gorgeous wings
of theirs to sail through
skies rough and calm,
just as it is a stone’s
way to live their place
through time, and our
way to wish for both. – TS

Sun Moon Stars

buddha2

Of our fairest stars
glowing in the night
hinting at the beauty
of our mysteries,
 
Of the orange sun
burning its passions
like embers, falling
to our awakened skin,
 
Of moon above,
watchful and serene,
her rounded fullness
our gift, our invitation,
 
Of we the people
bare feet to ground,
hands to heart,
eyes gazing upward. – TS

Because We are Human (Poem)

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

The daughter asks:

Mama, why doesn’t the tree fly?

The mother answers:

Because it is a tree.

It doesn’t think of flying,

But look at its branches

Floating high in the sky,

Swaying in the breeze.

This looks a little bit like flying,

Don’t you think?

          But why doesn’t the bird talk?

          Because it is a bird.

          It doesn’t think of talking,

          But look how carefully

          She feeds her young, and

          Listen to the singing sounds

          They make together,

          As they pass each other by.

          This is a little bit like talking

          After all, wouldn’t you say?

But why doesn’t the rainbow stay?

Because it is a rainbow.

It doesn’t think of staying,

But look at the lasting

Impression rainbows make

Long after they’re gone,

And how they live in our memory.

This seems a lot like staying,

Wouldn’t you agree?

          But why doesn’t the sky fall down?

          Because it is the sky.

          It doesn’t worry about falling.

          But look at how we can’t tell

          Where it begins or ends,

          And how it comes all the way down

          To meet us where we are.

          That’s a little bit like the best,

          Most hopeful kind of falling;

          Do you think so too?

And what about us, Mama?

Why aren’t we kinder to each other?

Because we are human,

We do think about being

Kind to each other; we think

About it all the time.

We are sad when there is

Hurt in the world, and even

Sadder when we are the cause.

We are human, so we make many

Mistakes, and we still

Have so much to learn.

But we are trying, and this is,

Is it not, the kindest

Way we can begin?

*This poem was originally published on The Tattooed Buddha.