I Bow to You

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I gather false strength
and stand upright,
me versus the world.
I throw my shoulders back,
throw my gaze long,
discerning and proud,
as though surveying
something that belongs to me,
and not to you,
or to you, and not to me,
and this is where desire dwells,
and a terrible need grows,
and I am in my perch,
and you are in yours,
and no proximity
can bring us together.
 
I bend down,
close my eyes, and bow,
and immediately,
the separation has disappeared.
We are not yet one,
this might be the work
of a lifetime.
But we are so much closer,
I feel so much closer here,
where I can smell
the earth below, that tethers us
to the same source,
where I can kiss your feet
in acknowledgement
of my devotion to you,
who have so much to teach me.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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Coming to You

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The path is clear
at time, and others,
more obscured,
the sky reaching back
so that the clouds
are harder to talk to,
the trails filled with
the thistles and brambles
of years of wild living,
and before long,
I stop thinking
about how I landed here,
because my hands
know how to protect me
and my feet
know where to go,
and my heart knows
how to be quiet,
and even how
I got here,
and I now that
all this time,
no matter how long
it takes,
I have been coming
to you.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

To You, with Love

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I look to you,
who knows the way
to plant your feet on the ground
when the world threatens
to dissolve from under you,
to do this with grace and resolve,
with the heart of a warrior,
who not only finds the ground,
but dances and pounds and writhes on it,
staking your claim if only for awhile,
knowing it is not yours,
but that it fully belongs to you,
this earth, this day, this life.
I look to you,
who can settle into your heart
and find space to breathe
in the rattling cage that houses you,
around the canyons of fear and pain,
who can roam around your own body
with interest, curiosity and reverence,
knowing that each, smallest part,
no matter how much it threatens
to overtake you, is your portal
to the most wondrous,
expansive spectacle there is,
your own florid existence.
 
– tt

The Song of Love. {Poem}

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

To allow our selves to be loved by others can be so much harder than to love, to receive, so much more difficult than to give. We also know that we can’t really come into the full blossoming of love if we cannot hold love for ourselves … this poem emerged on a day of struggling to feel in my heart what my head understands through other means.

The Song of Love

by Tammy T. Stone

Sometimes I lose sight

Of how mountains need no

Help standing,

Grass never wavers and

The ocean has never

Stopped moving.

There is another truth,

Harder to remember than

The rest,

That those with whom

Love has grown

Will not stop

They will not stop

Waiting for me

To awaken

To the song they

Hold in their hearts for me,

Loud and resonant,

A song that came into

Life

Long before I could hear it,

And rests in gentle remain

Every time I forget how

It goes.

*This poem was originally published on Women’s Spiritual Poetry.