Trailer for my New Poetry Book!

I’m so excited to share with you the beautiful trailer for my new book, which is coming out on June 6! Thank you to Golden Dragonfly Press!

For all you poetry lovers, and anyone who would like to open a book so we can share a space of love, longing, hope, uncertainty, love of nature and a wish for peace … I welcome you with open arms!

Click HERE to view the video!

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Two Minds, One Love

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The side looking left, then right,
Lowered to the ground, skybound,
To the child inside, the world wide,
Here and there, this ever-motion,
For every turn, a revolution awaits,
The answers around every corner.
But what do we seek? What ails us?
What needs persistently plague us?
Can we make our two heads one,
Our two sets of eyes, ears, our two minds?
Will we stop pinning on the world
Every last desire and hope,
All our sadnesses turned to blame?
Or, can we see how we’ve become,
and find some peace with our two selves,
And try to find all the ways
They copulate, love, hate, entwine,
And dive right into the middle of things,
And become the war we want to end,
Until at last, it turns to dust,
Leaving our most bare self exposed,
And tarnish it will, though gold remains?

– tammy takahashi

Win an Advance Copy of My New Book

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Hello everyone!

I am amazed that the release date for my book is coming so soon! I have just relocated from our beloved home in Japan and am just a little discombobulated here in Canada at the moment, but also delirious with excitement that I get to share my poems with you so soon!

In the meantime, my publisher, Golden Dragonfly Press, has arranged for a giveaway for two people to win advance digital copies of my book! We would be so grateful for an Amazon/Goodreads review in return, but my main happiness will come from your enjoyment of my work.

The details for the giveaway are here: good luck!

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For our Mothers …

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for our mothers
who have brought us here,
the mothers whose songs
trail the ocean floor
for miles and centuries
as we ache for the beauty
of genesis, origin, her strength,
for the mothers of our mothers,
the mothers waiting to be mothers,
waiting to be …
and we are all daughters
of this one earth,
and we are all mothers
for plumbing the depths
of knowing where we have been
as we mount the steps
to where we are going,
and the love Great Mother
wraps itself around us
as we go ___
 
– tammy takahashi

The Hand Reaches the World

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From an infinite well
I draw.
I draw,
first weeping. The
sorrows, boundless,
leaking from every corner
of my existence
into rivers and oceans
that carry the blood and carnage
of historical time
along a bed teeming darkness.
The sorrow returns
on self-same waters
but this time, they don’t
seep back in through my pores,
but stand before me,
and I look,
and I see.
Our journeys have diverged,
the sorrow now a story
I can read, take apart,
disengage from, though
it still breaks my heart
as long as there is
suffering.
From my place of heartbreak,
that place of pulsing life and living,
with all its triumphs too, and joys,
I draw from an infinite well.
I draw,
now bowing, smiling in tears,
knowing suffering belongs
to none of us alone,
that our stories commingle
and we don’t have to do
a single thing to enter
the place, One Heart,
that belongs to us all,
at once.

– tammy takahashi

 

 

 

One Golden Evening

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And as sun goes down tonight,
I do not think of all those things
that will lay in surrender, to rest,
or wonder where they’ll go, if,
like the dazzling golden jewel
lowering into the silken waters,
they will seem to lower themselves
with great gentility, straight through
to the other side of the world,
where they will find their ground
of great comfort, dignity, grace.
I do not think of the black night
that is waiting behind the veil
of this grand spectacle of in-between,
or the moon that will ascend
to illumine the deepening cracks
between each of our aging bones,
each with her thousand stories
imbued with the powerful promise
to witness, create, destroy.
Instead, I divest myself of these,
I stand naked between sun and moon,
between here and where it all goes,
flooded with the play of now and then
on this body, sanding here, now,
shivering with winsome delight
because suddenly, nothing remains
but one golden evening that
knows every star, every flower,
every flight and every fall,
and it is all me, and it us all us
reflected here, making it whole.
 
– tammy takahashi