Haiku

Oct 24 2019

Who You Are Today

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Please don’t ask me
who I am,
but who I am today.
Do not ask me
where I come from;
allow me instead
to describe the lush roots
that mold my veins
and allow my breath
to dance.
Do not take me
on a journey of
where we have been,
but look into my eyes,
as I will yours,
so that we may find
our love refracted
a thousand layers deep
in all the directions.
There is a door;
leave your self there,
everything the years
have done to form you,
all that you have absorbed
and leaked onto
rocky and arid lands
that have forgotten
how to hold you,
and enter. Come in.
Take flight to everything
that is possible,
and taste the love
that could not erase
what is always meant to stay.

– Tammy Takahashi

Light in the Dark

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We all see in the dark.
The future, I would think,
depends on how how soon we forget
our source in protection,
on how consumed we become
by what we find there,
and on the light we work
to cultivate inside of us
to create exquisite contours
where only shadows lived,
to see the dark
as the sculptor of the light,
knowing that as light fades,
so does the dark,
so that we can find our way
to the river of shades
and in betweens,
before night turns to day
but day seeps into the skin
like a brilliant tuft of cloud
winding around the mountain,
and no borders can thrive here,
and the vision is not clear
so we learn a new way to navigate
and in doing so, we breathe
a new world into being.

– Tammy Takahashi

We are United

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In all the different ways
we come to our feelings,
to be who we are now,
the mosaic of histories,
the fractured memories,
the passage of each of us
through life’s infinite
series of precise moments,
in the face of the magnitude
of all that serves to divide,
there is the miracle of this:
of our sacred communions.
We still come together
in all the ways that matter,
huddling over campfires,
to laugh, cry and release,
singing songs with once voice
that brings the spirit
of the faraway home
to one shared experience;
We can meet someone’s eyes
with our own, searching,
finding, understanding,
with a heart of empathy.
We can still learn of
another person’s heartache,
and embrace them, and say,
“I know. I’ve been there too.”
We can still look at a bird,
and want for it to fly.
We can still look at a tree,
and wish for it to stand,
and bear witness for us,
to firmly root, and to rise.
We can find the essence
in all the diverging parts,
find ourselves there too,
and walk our holy paths,
the power of this bigger Love
infusing every single step.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Way of the Seed

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It is the will and purpose

Of a seed to travel,

To take the blueprint of home

And to carry this blueprint far

From its brothers and sisters,

To grow roots in new terrain

And find its will to grow,

If the conditions are right.

The more it grows and thrives,

The further memories of home

Go, and they do land,

Where everything does,

In the place of no land,

Our sacred memory keeper

For all the wanderlust hearts.

A seed cannot grow

In the shadow of its mother;

It needs to find and to claim

A light of its own.

But a seed is wiser than us,

Its blueprint is also

In the sun and the stars,

And in the earth from which

We all come, and grow, and go.

The seed has nothing to despair,

Is not running from,

Or racing toward,

But is doing the work of a seed,

To be where it needs to be

Without needing to be

Anywhere else,

To blossom in the way

Of all unimpeded things.

  • Tammy Takahashi

 

An Invitation

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This is an invitation
for you to find the space
to sit, to feel the salve
of everything that grows
and is, so that you, too,
can have your place here
 
But it is also a reminder
that everywhere you go,
and it will be far, and long,
you will find the best part
of yourself lying in wait,
so you can discover again.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Enter the Unknown

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The forest is speaking;
the trail calls out to me.
The trees communing,
and inviting me in.
The fog, too, beckons,
as it lives among the wild,
visiting, it seems,
from another realm,
obscuring the way
to teach me patience,
because I always
want to know more,
and teaching me
how to change the view
by removing, gently,
with nothing but softness,
everything I might have
expected to find,
or desired to have before me.
This act of disappearance,
of a world I am too inclined
to judge, discern,
and lose myself in,
brings what remains closer;
here I am, it seems to say,
right in front of you,
close enough to give you
a lifetime of discoveries,
and it is and sublime,
and there is nothing else
until the next moment,
and the next. Have faith;
enter the dewy morning,
and with each step,
the way will gift itself
to you. Stop thinking ahead,
my love, and allow
the great movement to unfold.
 
– Tammy Takahashi