I Want for my Words …

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I want to write

With absolute clarity.

I want each word

To be a raven

Cutting a stark

And perfect cosmology

In a cloudless sky

As it comes and goes

For reasons it always knows,

Not a movement to waste.

I want the words

To do the impossible

And show you

Directly and infinitely,

Who I am

Who is writing them,

Along with every version

Of me I’ve come to know

In the strange and intimate

Act of remembering.

Finally, I would like

For the words

To have the fortitude

Of a vessel that

Can bear the weight

Of the thousand

Ways we need to travel

In order to heal

The world, so that we,

With our words

And without them, too,

Can once again play

In a sacred lightness of being.

 

– Tammy Takahashi

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Take me into the soft folds
of your wondrous history,
and into the landscape
of your childhood dreams;
so I can dream with you.
It is maybe a first gaze,
or maybe a trembling touch
between the two of us,
and maybe we are fragile,
maybe fortified by our resolve
to step out of the haven
of our worn our views,
and into the arms and hearts
of another. And you arrived.
Maybe, it seems, on the wings
of something larger
than we could have foretold.
And so, we cannot help
but know we are protected
as long as we remain true
to the promises we may
have forgotten we made,
to one another, to ourselves,
to that which blankets us all,
so that we may live, enriched
by our desire for growth,
for the one true kind of Love.

– Tammy Takahashi

The Garden of Your Life

This is the garden of your life.
It has in its cozy underground
the seeds of all the very things
you have ever been seeking.
Some have begun to sprout;
some are thriving in your midst,
while others are still buried deep,
waiting for the conditions to grow.
Isn’t this the nature of a garden,
to contain all the rhythms,
all of the dances in creation?
And isn’t it the nature of a life,
to harbor all of the possibilities,
all the potential, alongside
what has already bloomed,
and is there such a thing as time,
or progress, or a sequence of things?
What is yet to bud, what’s overgrown,
what has dried up, fallen to ground,
what is perfectly ripe to touch,
these are the storied seasons
running now through your blood,
and each is to be delicately held,
observed with great care,
attended to as each one needs,
and there is always room
in this great garden of your life
to invite the riches in,
the powers of sun and moon,
the wisdom of rocks and trees,
and the perfect communion
we find with our fellow humans,
invited into our garden’s heart
as we practice perfect love.

– Tammy Takahashi

The Wind … the Wind

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The wind, surrounding us
with the sum total
of all the conversations
we’ve had from ancient times
until now, hushed, still,
animated, violent and awed,
and yet, it is the power
of the wind to distill
from our human fragility
all that is sacred, warm,
and flowing in all directions
from our one true heart,
and sometimes this sound
amounts to a gale in the night,
and others, a whisper
by a pond in the heart of day,
a gentle coaxing,
a giggle that beguiles,
a secret that is not a secret
at all, infusing us with
its wisdom, saying this:
You are all that has come before,
You are all that will be,
You, like I, have been everywhere,
And even in silence, you breathe
In your desire to take what is One,
Which is Love, to the edge
of all things, and beyond.
Love is the way; you are the carrier.
You are the the wind; the wind is you,
Communing with oceans and sky,
Rivers and rocks, mountains and birds.
It is all one thing, a progression of love
From the inside out, up and around
From our one never-ending heart,
To the very heart of the world.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Our Together Light

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The certainty of bodies
in communion, never alone,
and we may not understand,
but we may want to ask,
if the one standing,
is only able to do so
because of those standing
nearby, offering strength,
fortitude, warmth and love,
because the journey is long,
and the steps taken
over time, they build,
they gather momentum,
they move like a dance
and find their form
like the greatest structures
designed by our best,
most visionary creative minds.
The work of unison,
which cannot take away
from the power each of us
brings to our chosen community,
with the gifts and powers
we have been granted
for just this reason, for us,
for us all, bestowed upon us
from the power learned,
of receiving, of allowing
ourselves to be enriched,
knowing this comes from
strength, never weakness,
and each one of us honours
the brightness we have cultivated,
as we emit it into our world,
fearlessly, supported by others
doing the exact same thing
that we are. Not one light
can take away from another;
each serves to make our space
more sacred with illumination.

– Tammy Takahashi

You Are Sunshine

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You already are; I already am.
And you didn’t have to achieve
anything at all, fulfill anyone’s
dreams or expectations of you.
That is not how sunshine works,
it does not work, or struggle to be
light enough, bright enough,
it does not carry the weight of all
of the world’s shadows on it.
Sunshine does not strive,
but comes into our sphere
already imbued with its own
perfection, and we know this;
we see how it rises, and falls,
and rises again, and we imagine
glee and ease, or pain depending on
how we have woken up today.
The sun does not apologize
as it dances with shadows
as dawn becomes day, then dusk,
without fueling them, or willing
them away, no, this is not
the way of the dance of connection;
they depend on each other,
and for this, we get our moments
in the dark, we get the balm
of shade, we get our sustenance
in this wondrous interplay,
and we never have to doubt
how shadows move, and change,
or how the sun, above, arcs too,
with the sole purpose of spreading
light, offering this solace
in the face of all shadows.
The sun has always done this,
does it still, our inspiration to bring
to each of our given moments.

– Tammy Takahashi