How We Be. {Poem}

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone


How We Be

We be here with the sun and moon and the galaxies between

We be here like a song making love to the rain

We be until the heart splits open and the pieces spill out like a mother jewel

Celebrate it dance with it

Caress its softest parts

Wait and hear it, the delectable sounds of life humming and offering itself in grace

Tap your feet in anticipation

Strum your fingers on a lap ecstatic

Imagine how it will feel on palms wide open receiving

Delight in the awe of how this is it

This is what made us and what we have created

In how stardust becomes the seed of all pleasures

We take it, close our eyes, say thank you to all the people and all the gods

Get on our knees to feel the earth source below

Raise our heads in love with the sun source above

We have it, it is here, it is ours, it came with our birth

And so we have, and we need nothing, it comes to this

We are passing through, we want what fills a life, nothing more

We are patient

Watch it come, watch it go

Keeping joy tight and close and warm

We be like this, full on love

Loving full


*First published in elephant journal!



Red Flower of Hope

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone


 There’s No War in World: Red Flower of Hope


A red flower of hope gives birth to herself next to me, flush with sensual awakening, a fall flower, a red of violent determination. I can’t find a park or a shrine (or the Buddhist temple that typically flanks the shrine to one side), so I sit on the bench outside Circle K drinking my 100 yen coffee. Inside, the old man working at the convenience store spoke to me in English, a first. As I waited for the coffee machine to pour the coffee into my paper cup, where are you from? For me, this is music now, his smile, gold. He’s never been to Canada, but studied English in Los Angeles 40 years ago, a long time ago!. My husband studied English in Los Angeles fifteen years ago. Things flow in, things flow out. It’s hard to feel the slow, beautiful death autumn represents today, the sun shines so brightly, a late-day wise in the early morning, an ever-strong aging hero, allowing for early blossoms and late clarity at once. A day for convergence.

What exists between the wait and life?

The mermaids know.

The ocean knows.

Each little action you take in a day knows.

Being present knows.