by Tammy Takahashi
When the rain burst forth
From the stormy sky,
And I threw my arms out wide
And arched my back deeply,
As far as it would go,
It wasn’t for the heavens,
Or the sorrows we all know.
There was only this moment,
Clouds gathered dark,
Now ready to explode,
And I, out alone on a walk,
Ready to meet the offering
Washing over my skin,
Tricking down to my toes.
I imagined all my questions
Seeping into the ground,
And gingerly entered the space
Newly opened in my mind
To discover that it, too, was sky,
And that I could embrace it
With every dream I could find.
I ran on the sopping leaves,
Danced from tree to tree,
As each of them taught me
How to stand proud and pure
Between the giddy conversations
Flowing from ground and sky,
Tammy Takahashi is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us.Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's page, twitter and blog, There's No War in World, here.
I always enjoy reading your work....and your story. Written like a true mystic.
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