The Heart Song

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Sometimes, the heart
will guide the eyes to deceive us,
because we can grow
too accustomed to the view;
what is pretty, what alarms us,
what we find distasteful,
what makes us sing.
We want to sing, always,
the song elevates us
in all of its incarnations,
but we must allow it
to transmute, to migrate
from each of our emotions
as it greets the world
gone by, as it has led us
to this very moment.
To bring the song to life,
maybe, for now,
close the eyes, feel the chest
expand to become the whole body,
allow room for the heart
to swell, rattle, cry out,
encompass the battle
that must be fought
before it can be won.
Allow the battle to play out,
and it is of course not a battle,
but the voices that have been trying
for so long, to be heard,
and hear them, and open your eyes
to a brand new space of your making.
Allow it to look different, and strange,
and even a little scary;
allow yourself to attune
to this brave new day
you have created for yourself;
fall in love with new colour combinations,
sounds and textures; they are
where your transformation begins.

– Tammy Takahashi

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You are Me

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I am looking at you,
see a vision before me,
and look how much
we are the same,
and how we differ,
and as much as I want to
reach my hand out
to grasp yours warmly,
I don’t. There are fears.
My thoughts form a world
apart from the majesty
of your lovely being,
and wrest me from myself,
too. You are my mirror.
I look at you, and cannot
yet peer through my mind’s
wakeful imaginings,
but my heart
has an imperious will
all its own,
and it brings me back,
through the vessel
of my sacred body.
I see you before me,
a beauty so stupendous
it leaves me shaking.
I bow before you,
and remembering that
we are for each other,
I bow before the beauty
in me, that allows me
to honour your perfection.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Lightness

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Find a place outside
where greens grow,
or inside, by a window,
where the veil
is thin
between you and sky.
Just sit.
Lightness is all around to you.
It doesn’t come.
It doesn’t leave.
Even with your eyes closed,
there is the lightness,
tickling the skin,
raising it to
exaltation.
Even when the dark descends,
Just sit.
Close your eyes.
Just watch.
Do you feel the lightness
seeping through the dark,
that cannot be stopped?
You are in a garden.
It is open and serene.
Even as it is wild,
with all of the death
dancing at the edges,
it is thrumming
with the light pulse
of the living.
Open your eyes.
Even when visible,
it is not limited.
You can now feel
that pulse bringing
everything to our
one shared life.
It is everything.
You are everything.
Everything is you.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Eye of Love

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The eye of Love
sees from all places
across all spans of Time,
takes us everywhere
we have always
needed to go,
helps us with the task
of remembering who
we have always been.
The eye of Love
does not ask or demand
or make judgments,
but sees us
in all of our potential,
and knows we are
striving for me.
The eye of Love
belongs to all of us,
and comes from
the space where
all that is without
and all that is within meet,
our sacred source
of all that is.
Let us meet at
the eye of Love,
and begin again,
and then begin again.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Hand on Heart

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Where will you go
once your feet are planted
firmly on the ground?
Did you know how far they were
from their sacred origins until now,
as you bring your attention
to the earth under your feet,
feel the cool perfection
of soil, sediment, the network of roots
that is your true birthplace?
Can you breath all the way
into the soles of your feet,
and feel the pulse
of the center of the earth
as it breathes dragon fire
up through your sacrum and spine,
in communion with the sun,
and can you feel that you are
between the two, a messenger
between earth and air,
between fire and sky,
both conductor and part
of the world’s greatest symphony?
Can you place your hand
on your beating heart,
the molten lava of it,
the perfect, messy garden of it,
and ask it what it wants,
what it needs, what it dreams,
and can you plant your feet
even deeper, reach even higher,
bring even more fire to
the illustrious lands of your living?
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Taking the Day

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Without knowing it, I have been sleeping
with tiny branch ends and leaves in my hair,
a tumble of the best of me, and of world
working together to spin life from the dark.
 
Without knowing it, I have fused with the trees,
and we have both marked our passage in time,
though they gave me eternity, wisdom and patience,
and I, what I could of my fragile, fledgling heart.
 
Without knowing it, I have passed the seasons
watching momentous stillness, then rebirth
following with eyes wide open the cyclical rhythms
to their soft sweet end, the finest of beginnings.
 
Without knowing it, I have been taking the day
for the profound lessons each of them extends
and some seep into me like the sun through skin,
and most lay buried, seeds that too, will blossom.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Light the World

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Imagine you are nothing but light;
the heavy matter of your body’s
time here has lifted, and gone.
Your stories, which cement you
to yourself, without the bones
and blood, the cells and caves
of your joints that harbour them,
still hover close, as memories do,
but they can no longer prevent you
from altering the course of your life.
Fill yourself in, with the agility
of your mind, the strength of your heart.
Mold yourself softly; you are clay,
capable of any shape and colour.
Find all the sinuous shapes that stun
your senses and let you breathe.
Fill every part of you with the seeds
of your desired tomorrows.
See everything. Know your options.
Let the words you read be the ones
that fly on the wings of angels
so they can roam into every lit place,
inside you, and light the places of darkness.
Choose sounds that makes you sing
and people who raise you to rapture,
and filter, always, for your own happiness.
Make friends with every feeling,
so you know which ones to feed,
and which to send on their journey home.
Allow yourself to be that precise,
illuminated moment in time and space
that shines alone, but never alone,
and makes the light that lights the world.

– Tammy Takahashi