Come Sit With Me


Sit with me
I want to say,
It’s been such a long time.
Maybe this place is unfamiliar to you,
I know – I am also, still, not so sure of it,
or even how I came to be here.
I’m not sure which of my histories
had to emerge, defiant and victorious,
from the rest, for today to take
the shape it has, or why,
Or how to contend with
my other stories, so stubborn and sure
(so much more certain than I am),
each cropping up, in turn,
to ask something of me.
Maybe it’s like that for you, too,
where you are?
I would like to meet you there
and hear your stories.
I would like for the act
of our communion, though,
to be our beginning,
to form the core of our existence,
both yours and mine,
and for the stories
to enlighten us without taking over.
Let us sit together,
and not scramble for meaning,
or dismiss the struggle either.
Let us take all of it,
hold it in the space between us,
and breathe and love and be,
you and me,
And start
the only place we can,
here, now, free.
– TT

We Are Gold: A Poem


our gilded days
and we are –
an imperfect yet holy
caught in our desires
that come down to this:
to be whole
to be loved,
and the mistakes we make
in the way we cannot
that we are not what is
left over, incomplete,
no, we are a reflection,
illumined and pure,
of the vastest space
we can imagine,
and I envision this,
as I my eye catches the spark
of the sun glinting off
gold leaf
on sacred temple grounds:
I don’t have to transport myself
for my transmutation.
I am here
with everything that is,
and I will stay here,
until I understand that
love seeps through me
the way the moon
bleeds her light into the sky,
unhindered, abundant,
limitless, moving mountains and seas
with nothing but
inner light.
– TS

Heart of the World


in every structure,
in the steeples and
ornate edifices
built by the wise ones
for prayer and devotion
but also for the pure
bliss of seeing
and experiencing
boundless symmetries
echoing Earth’s own,
here are the
building blocks
of the imagination,
our one big gaping
there it is
and here we are – TS



Bare feet

On holy ground

Ancient prayers

Seep into bone


Hands to heart

Head to ground

Chest heaving with

Love grace hope. – TS


The Moon Tree


There is a tree in the world
that brings the moon home
so we can sit that much closer
and peer into the nature of our passing
through the grand scope of eternity.
Imagine those who climb the tree,
tasked with removing the obstacles
to our vision and experience of
infinity, loops, and circularity,
with each clip taking us closer
to the grand narrative of
our origin and our trajectory,
so conjoined with the mission
to offer truth and contemplation
that, even from a place so near,
the view comes into being,
the shape of life emerges
so that we may all come to see. – TS

Japan Photo Diary: 342 (sakura at temple)



Japan Photo Diary: 300 (modern day worship)