What We Need is a Song of Peace

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What we need
is a song of peace
that begins
in the deepest recesses
of the heart
and does end until
every single heart
has heard the call
and come forward,
until the rhythm
of one is impossible
without the rhythm
of all the rest,
until there is tolerance
for dissonance
and a growing love
for the sounds
of highest unity.
It is a song
that goes back
farther than any of us
can remember,
and it does not end,
and we can bring
our voice to it any time.
The heart can expand
to take in the sounds,
the beats, the feeling
and the healing
in one instant
that has the flavor
of all eternity.
This is the song
that we are,
the song that we share.
With the biggest
kind of love.

– Tammy Takahashi

The Song of Us

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And the song of the wind

That happy but serious whistle

That permeates all borders,

Mingling with the chant

Of the rumbling mountains,

The tinkling whisper

Of the buttercup

Coming into first bloom,

The low and steady hum

Of moss carpeting the ground

In the forests of the world.

There is not one song

That sings louder,

Or tries to override

Or outlive the other.

They are our blood,

The veins that carry it,

An extraordinary number of parts

Working in the name of

Our continuance.

Do we hear any of them at all?

But then, a moment so crushing

That we fall to our knees,

Come to what is maybe

The first silence

In the legend of our lives.

A note appears, a harmony,

Difficult to locate at first,

But it’s not long before

The songs of all the elements

Reach our ears,

And it can only be so,

In the precise way

Our hearts need them to,

So that we are all hearing

Different music, the song of us,

Made of the exact same sounds.

And this is how we are all one.

And this is how we are all love.

Voice (from me to you)

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What of having a voice
and not knowing how to speak
or what to say?
 
Is it possible that the sounds
need to echo from here to there,
from me to you
 
before I can find their most
deepest resonance?
To hear first, to listen,
 
the world’s greatest song.
To hear, too, the quiet thunder
roaring in this heart of mine
 
to know with absolute surety
that there are dreams of breaking free
and why, and how,
 
and what purpose is served
therein. Then the quiet whispers
turn to siren, voice to precious gold. – TS
 

A Poem About Music and Life

 

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Hello!

I’ve just had this poem published on The Plum Tree Tavern – I hope you enjoy!

We Came Back
by Tammy T. Stone

A prior world of raucous sounds we
Made, riots of clanging bells but also

Hushed caress.  Where each tenderness
Melted like snow a river gone by, anger

Whipped loud, and everything that could,
Happened.  But it still wasn’t enough, so

Here we are, marking our cold re-entry in
Soundless, everlasting space, coursing

Through the warring bits, all of it a kind
Of alchemy we’re not here to understand.

We’re here to listen, though we don’t.
It can only start from here, the beating

Heart. The rhythm of palpation, how we
Wandered for years to get here.  Times

I rest in that pause, shivering, bone dry,
Waiting for an outstretched hand. This is

How I learned music can be touched. The
Sweet sounds that have made us and the

Ache of memories trailing through Time.
We are ruffled and ravaged. The world as

Sonorous Remembrance, reverberating in a
Thousand ways a feared, desired emptiness.

I try as hard as I can to listen to each note,
Devastating, beautiful, inchoate and true.

 

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.