The Edge of Everything

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There is a chair
and a comfortable place
to rest
at the edge of everything.
You take it. You look ahead,
but there is nothing
to see.
You look back,
but of course, the view
has already fallen away.
The place where you
now sit comes
into sharp focus,
your lifeboat, the raft.
At first you see nothing,
the fear obliterates all.
I’m scared too,
at my edge of everything.
We know we are not
meant to stay here,
that it’s necessary
to take a step forward,
and we’ve prepared for this.
You’ve tried as hard
as you can, I have too,
but that alone
will not grant us our place,
we need to go deeper.
Though I can’t see you,
yet, I reach out my hand
for yours, and you take it,
and this, this faith confirmed
gives us what we need,
so we avoid the temptation
to squeeze our eyes shut,
we keep them wide open,
encourage the heart
to do the same,
and take a step together.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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Spring, Our Beautiful Perfection

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On a diffuse grey morning,
late winter surveys the barren landscapes
of hardened essence and wisdom in retreat,
holding on, but loosening its arthritic grip,
allowing soft rain to gather, fall, in snow’s stead.
The buds have not sprouted,
but the plum blossoms, which thrive
in the dance between cold and warm,
herald the wonderland of life to come,
like a promise, like a dream,
like nothing other than the beauty of what it is.
What will the spring bring?
Will we emulate nature and come forth,
with no hesitation at all,
on the side of creation?
Will we be soft on our struggles,
tender with our pain,
and grow into our full and vibrant potential?
Will we reclaim the intuitions
buried golden and deep for millennia,
long submerged by our own wintry confusions,
and play with what nourishes us?
Will we laugh, touch the earth,
look each other deep in the eye?
Will we celebrate the new season
and the new beginnings it offers,
in the way of the quiet lands around us,
that call for silence, which is reverence,
and a stilling of our heart’s great stirrings,
as the perfection of life once again emerges?
Will we heed of the extraordinary peace
and cooperation it takes to rebuild the world?
 
– tt

For the New Day

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The brimming heart of a new day
begins with a slow stirring within
 
A shaking off of nocturnal dreams
a deep, long stretch the body through
 
A feeling of joy for nascent things rising up
from toes to belly to the top of the head
 
And most of all, a wondrous belief
In what stays despite all the going
 
In the calm on the other side of tumult
In the ability of the self to just carry on
 
Which is to say, in the unwavering love
that is always flowing in both directions.
 
– TS