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You Know the Way
(This week’s whirling words are: hips, marrow, crocuses, stillness, massive, secret, flower, grief, window, perhaps, hand, clatter, colors)
What do I know of how
to move my hips and blood and marrow
from this place where they are rooted
to a land far, far away?
Perhaps some god’s benevolent hand
will write a set of clear directions on the wall:
“Here is how you know the path to take.
Renounce the empty clatter of your restless heart
and cultivate the stillness of the
secret garden in you,
where crocuses of many colors grow.
Even through the window of your grief
you see them,
along with hidden seeds about to sprout and flower
into an orchard so heavy with fruit
that ten thousand-thousand seasons will not be enough
to gather in the massive harvest.
Go, now, I think you know the way.”
Whirling Haiku and Senryu

The first line of each haiku or senryu below is taken from “August” by Arizona poet Richard Shelton.
This week’s whirling words are: hips, marrow, crocuses, stillness, massive, secret, flower, grief, window, perhaps, hand, clatter, colors
As if she owned them,
she charged her hips to swagger
down the dusty street.
~~ ~~ ~~
bruised moon and darkness
the marrow of the heavens
leaking from cracked bones
~~ ~~ ~~
a great blue peacock
seven golden crocuses—
eight spring gifts for you
~~ ~~ ~~
Our little fingers
settled into stillness,
then formed holy signs.
~~ ~~ ~~
We see her old ship,
its massive sails billowing—
no one at the helm.
~~ ~~ ~~
The lady in black
imparts to me a secret—
I decide to flee.
~~ ~~ ~~
In the market place
she buys a single flower—
then it turns to stone.
~~ ~~ ~~
She wears the postures
of grief and consternation,
mumbling to the fox.
~~ ~~ ~~
over her window
a map of all the sorrows
she has ever known
~~ ~~ ~~
We bring her our hands—
perhaps she can persuade them
to write poetry.
~~ ~~ ~~
With its dark cargo,
my hand is fit companion
for the furtive ones.
~~ ~~ ~~
Run out on the floor
with a clatter and a shout—
Spirit wants to dance!
~~ ~~ ~~
As if they belonged,
the colors settled on us—
lingering spirits.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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A Wednesday Trio

Lord of the feathers,
do not dampen my pinions
as I cleave the air.
~~ ~~ ~~
You spit in the dirt
to keep my heart from straying,
yet I drift away.
~~ ~~ ~~
Tremble on this ground,
for it is consecrated
by ten thousand tears.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Are There No Raindrops?

to soothe this tortured landscape
or my trembling heart?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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Tortured Landscape

stealthy blooms and stippled fruit—
who could wish for more?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Withered prickly pear fruit, Northern Arizona
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Only for an Hour

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Psalm 103:15-16, King James Version
blossoms tame or wild flower,
then they fade away.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: An iris in bloom, Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona
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Six Takes on ‘Forgive’

must I forgive the people
who do wrong to me?
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Tell me, Sister Crow,
do you forgive Old Raven
when he torments you?
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
The serpent hisses,
It is foolish to forgive—
get even instead.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
How great my hunger
to forgive my tormentor,
yet I find no crumb!
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Though I can’t forgive
and I am deaf to singing,
still I long for you.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Nothing you can do
can compel me to forgive—
stones lodge in my heart.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Waving Good-Bye
puts on her flaming garments,
and then waves good-bye.
Photo and text © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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Six Takes on ‘Waves’

plunging into the deep waves,
muzzle flecked with foam.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Tell me the secret
of calming the wind and waves,
the one Jesus knows.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
to steer a safe course
through the tempestuous waves—
this is my prayer
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Fending off urchins
with waves of her hand, madame
sweeps into the courtyard.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
She waves to her son,
but he turns his back to her,
marching off to war.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
At the bus station
the old man staying behind
waves to his daughter.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Hours of Scrutiny
down on my knees in the wash—
first faint wisps of spring
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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(I am indebted to Jenn at You Know…That Blog? for the first line of this haiku.)

