Loving Deep

The sun’s love sets oceans ablaze,

sprinkles fields with wild-growing flowers,

has trees deepening roots, spreading wings.

We see the array of nature’s offerings:

they are gleaming, growing, taking the love

and honouring it through pure acts of being.

And we? We too are the recipients

of all the love the sun has to give,

and it has all of it, and gives it freely.

We, too, absorb, grow, and breathe,

and mark the passages of our lives.

When did we stop understanding

that we are at heart love’s creatures,

that nothing is demanded of us

but that we find a way to live as an expression

of this love as fully and freely as we can?

May we gather together in the blanket of love,

and and cherish what is given to us in abundance,

and dedicate ourselves to loving deep,

loving wild, loving pure, without end.

 

– Tammy Takahashi

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I. You. Love

I will take my gaze far,
but I will not lose sight of you,
I will not stop searching
for the source of your strength
as I climb into my own,
I will honour each of your breaths,
that takes and gives
and reminds me of the power
of perfect presence.
I will sense the expansion
that is possible in our union,
even if I forget for a time
and think that freedom
lies on distant shores.
I will always come back
and know what opens
in the infinite space between us,
in the space between
our foreheads touching,
eyes meeting,
hearts coming closer.
I will, like a great warrior,
fight each of my dizzying fears
to allow them to come closer,
and I will thank you for waiting,
as you have, as we will,
and so it goes, this well of love.

– Tammy Takahashi

A Perfect Love

Love Is

There is love in the face of it,
on the whole of it,
between the cracks of it,
on the surface of it,
when we think we are looking
for the answers to the hardest questions,
it is love,
when we wonder what lies
over the rainbow,
and give up in despair
because the golden pastures
seem so far away,
it is love that is there,
and it has never not been.
Love is not hiding; nor are we.
We are searching for it
in all of its guises,
we are in the process;
we laugh, cry, scream, wonder,
roar from the belly in anger,
twist and rise and howl like a tornado
in the pining for something
sensed, barely known.
And the eye of the storm is love,
and the aftermath of the terror is love,
and the dawn before the break of day
might just be when we can feel love
most palpably, in its purest form,
before it all unsettles and blows away,
so we can soak it in, lap it up,
be a body full sun-soaked love,
imbibing the love that is imbued
with the love of all the distant lands,
and we can be fierce in our protection
of love and all it stands for,
and we can bow in gratitude, humble, awed,
as love fills the pink-streaked sky at day’s end,
contemplating what has been lost,
knowing love never is.

– TS

It’s Always Love.

Garlands of red and white,

deities marking the path, creating joy,

inspiring reverence and contemplation,

our place in the scheme of things,

until we come to a reflection on

being for instead of just being,

or being why,

 

And the path becomes more clear,

and as it does, it comes at you

from all sides, the signs of your tomorrows,

now that there is a reason,

and the obstacles are removed

and the path is cleared,

because it’s always only been love.

 

– TS

Cosmic Connection

if i could,

as a lilypad holds her flower

to the light

giving her the space of her freedom,

allowing her awareness of the depths below

while keeping safe from submergence,

i, for you,

would move to the edge of all things

so we can dance,

two free beings,

feeling the full force

of our cosmic

connection.

 

– TS

We Are Gold: A Poem

our gilded days

and we are –

an imperfect yet holy

refraction

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

recognize

that we are not what is

left over, incomplete,

searching,

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

anywhere

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