The Eye of Love

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The eye of Love
sees from all places
across all spans of Time,
takes us everywhere
we have always
needed to go,
helps us with the task
of remembering who
we have always been.
The eye of Love
does not ask or demand
or make judgments,
but sees us
in all of our potential,
and knows we are
striving for me.
The eye of Love
belongs to all of us,
and comes from
the space where
all that is without
and all that is within meet,
our sacred source
of all that is.
Let us meet at
the eye of Love,
and begin again,
and then begin again.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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Taking the Day

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Without knowing it, I have been sleeping
with tiny branch ends and leaves in my hair,
a tumble of the best of me, and of world
working together to spin life from the dark.
 
Without knowing it, I have fused with the trees,
and we have both marked our passage in time,
though they gave me eternity, wisdom and patience,
and I, what I could of my fragile, fledgling heart.
 
Without knowing it, I have passed the seasons
watching momentous stillness, then rebirth
following with eyes wide open the cyclical rhythms
to their soft sweet end, the finest of beginnings.
 
Without knowing it, I have been taking the day
for the profound lessons each of them extends
and some seep into me like the sun through skin,
and most lay buried, seeds that too, will blossom.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Heart Garden

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And sometimes, in the fleeting breath
between thoughts, in the moon
that peeks through restless clouds,
in that perfect moment between
lost, shivering memories and lifeless
future projections, we truly arrive,
to where we are, and maybe the gates
don’t swing open and invite you
into your life, but maybe you approach,
cautiously, with feet more assured
the farther you go, and maybe
you stop to gather the beautiful seeds
you can plant and nourish as long
as it takes to grow them into
the wild, stunning garden of your heart.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Art We Are

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There is nothing at all
in the brilliance of an artwork
that captivates you the moment
you rest your tired eyes on it,
not a single hue or design,
or configuration so harmonic
that you are sure you can hear
its song vibrating under your skin,
there is no wonder
contained in the sacred moment
when self meets art
and no awe
in the human capacity
to imagine a better world
and better selves in it,
there is none of this magic
that we move through,
stumble upon, are ready to meet
that we do not already
possess inside of us.
We are not only the art we make,
but the art we knew to find,
the art we let in when weary,
the art that want to lift us higher,
the art we draw to us,
the art we co-create
by letting it live through us.
There is no manner in which
we can say we are not creative,
our very bodies an intricate tapestry
of blood, stardust and bone,
our emotions an expressive dance
of all the world’s forces pivoting
around the sun, moon and earth
that always know to protect and hold
the art of our evolution.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

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

The Pathway of Life

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There is a road
That winds all the way
from lands before your birth,
along the pathways of your life,
until times as yet unseen.
It is beautiful on all sides,
and dark, and terrible too,
where we stand, forgetting,
on the other side of the light.
From the earth’s vital force
coursing up your limbs
from the soles of your feet,
the road travels up
to your sacred center of gravity,
into the sinewy trails of muscle
holding stories of your life
along the solid, stoic spine
that, as you walk, will not bend,
stoop or fall, despite the ache,
knowing how far there is to go,
and how much there is to carry.
The road travels up, lies ahead,
but we must not get caught
in the game of directions.
It is enough to see that the map
we have set for ourselves to follow
has its mirror in our selves,
and that hold love for one
while forsaking the other
is to remove the dimensions,
and forego our possible destinations.
May we aim to infuse all the pathways
with the love that will ignite them.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Light of our Evolution

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I look at something so close,
amazed by what is impenetrable,
what seems to lie, perfect,
just on the other side of my grasp,
this desire for understanding
that threatens to overtake me.
There are all the ways in which
we cannot see, so that the world
can seem construed of the hidden,
what is invisible, our blindness.
And then, slowly, as if emerging
from the depths of the ocean
to gleam into the new day’s sky,
the world bathed in chimera,
a beauty no longer impossible.
For a brief moment, only this:
the veils lifted, throes of rapture.
Rest here, before questions arise.
Pause here, before running
to chase what cannot remain.
Close your eyes, and trust
that what you need does not seek
to be anywhere but with you.
Even one moment of rupture
in the ways of the thinking mind
can, like a lone ray of sun,
light the way of our evolution.
 
– Tammy Takahashi