The Garden of Your Heart

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What is in the garden of your heart?
Is it growing wildly,
according to its nature,
free of the burdens of symmetry,
conformity to the structure of design?
Is it heeding its own rules and principles,
abiding by its own laws of harmony,
does it sing with great abandon
the songs from its forebears
that are embedded in its bones,
or when those do not do the work of healing,
a tune of its own making?
Does it feel joy and sorrow
in equal measure, and celebrate both
as grand pillars of the human experience?
Does it come to stand in great stillness
so as to invite in the whispers
of what lies beyond our precious humanity?
Have you done all you can to ensure
that the garden of your heart
has what it needs to keep growing,
and do you trust it to be all that it is,
to thrive and stand in the light
even when the darkness, as it does, comes?
How do you take care of your heart’s garden,
knowing that the storms and seasons,
like your own caged treasure,
stay true to their own dispositions,
and destroy as they create?
Will you learn you see destruction
as the seed of all creation,
and creation as an infinity of possibility,
depending on what you want your garden to be?
Is your vision gentle, loving and kind,
and is it directed at the beauty of you?
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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Love Waits

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We are all learning to love.
We come into the world
under love’s warm embrace,
and unlearn what we know,
but what we know is strong,
patient, sincere and wise,
and it could not disappear
with our grieved forgetting.
Love waits for us to wake up
one morning, acutely aware
of a loss so great it hurts.
The play of our heart extensions,
the limbs of our sacred bodies,
moving, reaching, grasping,
a restlessness and yearning
that defies love’s true nature,
and so we finally come to see:
it is not working for me anymore.
All that we beg for with our love,
and demand from love in turn,
so sure of what we are owed.
Love waits. Will always wait.
When our pushing and grabbing,
our fears and our doubts
fly into orbits, only to expand
the sphere of our suffering,
when we lie in a heap, exhausted,
love comes. A whisper in the ear.
A warmth filling the body whole,
just enough for us to accept it,
to feel the umbrella of protection,
and through the primal shock,
love infusing every part of us,
so that we can fill the world,
with the entirety of who we are.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
 

Our Freedom

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To see, and not know what

We are so terribly seeking,

What profound simplicity

There can be between the eyes

That are gazing and the world,

The gazed upon, the beloved,

If we let it. If we let it be.

What a pure, unfettered love

It can be, this relationship

Between we who want to know,

And the eternally, sagely known.

Let us forego the violence

Of our need to cast ourselves aside

To be in the arms of love.

Let us instead turn the gaze inward,

Unflinching, even when it hurts,

And throw so much love here

That we cannot help but come awake,

Trembling, excited, for we are here,

In the exact way we need to be,

And we have welcomed ourselves,

So we are finally free.

To You, with Love

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I look to you,
who knows the way
to plant your feet on the ground
when the world threatens
to dissolve from under you,
to do this with grace and resolve,
with the heart of a warrior,
who not only finds the ground,
but dances and pounds and writhes on it,
staking your claim if only for awhile,
knowing it is not yours,
but that it fully belongs to you,
this earth, this day, this life.
I look to you,
who can settle into your heart
and find space to breathe
in the rattling cage that houses you,
around the canyons of fear and pain,
who can roam around your own body
with interest, curiosity and reverence,
knowing that each, smallest part,
no matter how much it threatens
to overtake you, is your portal
to the most wondrous,
expansive spectacle there is,
your own florid existence.
 
– tt

Welcome to your Garden

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Welcome to the garden of your life.
It’s so pretty here, if you find yourself
taking it all in at exactly the right moment,
when the flowers are in full bloom,
and the sun glints just so through the treetops
and into the lush, verdant space around you.
There is someone praying, maybe it’s you,
for relief from the feeling that everything should stay,
that the worst thing that could happen
is that all of this is going to change.
It is a deep and earnest prayer
that brings tears to the eye
and a deep rattling within the heart cage.
Maybe your eyes were closed, so you open them,
and the sun’s rays have shifted just enough
that the flower petals, as you take note,
have changed their direction to follow
the source of their nourishment.
It’s still your garden; you are still
in its endlessly deep, luxurious confines,
and you’ve never felt more free,
letting the changes do
what they were always going to,
and these transitions around you
are the heralding of life,
it’s coming and changing and going,
and fear that it will all disappear
is the golden emblem of your humanity.
It is your gorgeous humanity,
singing and haunting and taunting,
crying and pleading and laughing.
The garden takes it all in,
has only love to give back.
Take note of your garden; take it all in
with the time you’ve been given.
There is so much being offered,
and it’s all for you.
 
– TT

The One in Two

 

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there is this mind –
this uncertainty over
where to place the gaze,
which step to take
and in what direction
(for me, it is the ever-pull
between the
gilded rise of east
and the heavenly
dusky skies of west)
 
a feeling of being torn –
leaping through
this portal
means so much left
behind, left unsaid
and undone,
so that the life and
blood of where we are
here, now, becomes
a space of absence
 
so here we stand –
and we have a choice,
we can have more
than one view and
our imagination
can fly every which way,
but we can choose
to lift the filter, and
not see two, but live
and love the One.
 
– TS