Resting Angel

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I would love to imagine

That I have two giant wings

Which have never hurt a soul,

Fluttering and gliding,

That with feathery softness

Fit perfectly in the slope

Between two mountains

As I lie down to rest,

Knees up to my chest,

The trickling stream

Reflecting the last rays

Of today’s sun in my view.

The mountains my protectors,

And I, in return,

Make an offering of my wings

That carry the very best

Of my aspirations

That no being

Will every come to harm,

That the mountains can offer

Us our highest potential

Until it is time for them,

In a moment of great

But transient fury,

Heave their way

Out of this world.

Until then, I can climb

Or I can scamper,

Or like now, I can come

To a complete, weary pause,

And understand that each

State of my being

Is also the very heart

Of my perfection.

  • Tammy Takahashi
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My Offering To You

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For you, who are
an extension of me,
an offering of all
I’ve ever had to give,
though it only appears
to me now, a sun
blooming over the mountain
on a full moon dawn
like the warrior
of life and of light
that has been waiting
for me to turn toward it
every morning of my life.
I am here.
I stand before the mountain,
in awe of her perseverance,
patience, mammoth strength,
and the sun that emerges
to the sound of birds chirping
and distant cars rumbling
fills the other half
of the world.
Sun and mountain fill the frame,
one stately shape making room
for pure awe of the space
that surrounds it, pink,
pure and new,
and this is what I offer you,
my full, hopeful presence
that will never take away
from the vastness of yours.

 

I am Home.

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I am home, just woken.

I’ve done my morning ablutions,

and take my first sip

of steaming coffee.

I put off the vacuuming for

another day,

I wonder what to do with

all the fresh mint, how to cook

with sesame leaf.

There is indigo dye

to experiment with,

the grey sky is readying for rain.

Last weekend,

when we went to the mountains

in a mountainous prefecture,

it was another sky, cerulean,

allowing the dazzle of sun through

so that everything, including

ourselves, glittered

like jewels.

We came upon a pond,

on one side of which

a gaggle of retired men

with the longest camera lenses

I’ve seen were at attention, silent

and stealthy, waiting

for a kingfisher to appear.

On the far end of the pond

was a house in the traditional style,

large and cavernous, gaping holes

on the roof, and it was hard to

imagine, on this sunny day

how wet and cold it would be

would be most days of the year,

if it were still inhabited.

Today, the house was flanked by

trees of every kind and colour,

like the four seasons decided

to hold congress in the

fractal rays of this one afternoon,

so that we could delight in

this fold in time and its

embrace of all our bleeding

emotions and sun-drying experiences,

as if to give every single one of

us visitors the warmth and

liberty to say it loud:

I am home.

Joy Now

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And once we round the bend?
Once all that the horizon is ours?
 
Is there something waiting there
grander than the vast open road
 
with its trees glinting in the sun
stone structures mounted for gods
 
Mountains just off to the side
ready to cushion your dreams
 
The clouds, too, shifting shape
always waiting to tell you a story?
 
May we not wait for what comes
but bring joy to everything we meet. – TS

My Street Japan. Day 46

My Street Japan. DAY 46. Tammy S. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 46. Tammy S. Stone

Autumn giving way to winter

Too soon – the sun has been

Guiding our days infiltrating our dreams

Inviting mountain views warming the skin

And then it rains

And then it rains

A sweet whisper about passage

And the view comes closer

We draw within, examine cold hands

Attend to shortened breath

See the tree in the foreground

Color clinging still

Life upon life upon life

– Tammy T. Stone 2015