Category Archives: Sunday Scribblings
In the Beginning
in the beginning
a single golden blossom—
and fire in my heart
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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a single golden blossom—
and fire in my heart
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: 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
Only for an hour
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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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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Someone Wild Singing
Someone wild singing
in blossoms, dust and shadow—
is it Sun Maiden?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Spring wildflowers, Northern Arizona
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in blossoms, dust and shadow—
is it Sun Maiden?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Spring wildflowers, Northern Arizona
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Elusive Spring Storm
elusive spring storm
somewhere beyond the mountains
thunderclouds growling
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Luna, New Mexico
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somewhere beyond the mountains
thunderclouds growling
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Luna, New Mexico
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Far from the Graveyard
Far from the graveyard
spring storm drives three crows off course—
what do the dead care?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Luna Cemetery, Luna, New Mexico
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spring storm drives three crows off course—
what do the dead care?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Luna Cemetery, Luna, New Mexico
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Honey for My Soul
Does it matter that I know where the first globemallows will bloom along the wash each April?
Not to the globemallows. Their rose-orange blossoms will open whether I seek them out or not. When their appointed hour comes, nothing, neither my presence nor my absence, will keep the furled flowers from responding to the urgent summons programmed within each cell.
The blooming does not matter to those who mistakenly think that “mallows” means a mound of tempting confections lying on a plate, waiting to be savoured.
And the blooming certainly does not matter to those who fear the wilderness and its wanton ways.
But to me it matters, and to the spirits of this wasted place, because we have a common purpose: to celebrate each fleeting wonder rising like a tiny phoenix from dust and desolation.
sheltered from the storm
elusive little blossoms
honey for my soul
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Globemallow (Sphaeralcea ambigua), Northern Arizona
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elusive little blossoms
honey for my soul
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Globemallow (Sphaeralcea ambigua), Northern Arizona
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Ask the Red Blossoms
Ask the red blossoms
for the rest of the story—
how else will you learn?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Flowers blooming at Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
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for the rest of the story—
how else will you learn?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Flowers blooming at Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
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The Rest of the Story: 12 Variations
I am listening
for the rest of the story,
but it never comes.
~~ ~~ ~~
A dusty courtyard—
for the rest of the story,
go ask the blue broom.
~~ ~~ ~~
I am listening
for the rest of the story,
but no one tells it.
~~ ~~ ~~
hidden from the world
the rest of the story breathes
under twigs and stones
~~ ~~ ~~
I am listening
for the rest of the story—
rattlesnakes draw near.
~~ ~~ ~~
Now I understand
that the rest of the story
is not yet written.
~~ ~~ ~~
I am listening
for the rest of the story—
the fragrance of truth.
~~ ~~ ~~
I have such high hopes
that the rest of the story
will be engaging.
~~ ~~ ~~
This is a country
where the rest of the story
always leads to war.
~~ ~~ ~~
Gutted grey buildings—
for the rest of the story
go ask the soldiers.
~~ ~~ ~~
Write a single word,
not the rest of the story
of the human race.
~~ ~~ ~~
Seven monks praying
seek the rest of the story
deep within themselves.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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for the rest of the story,
but it never comes.
~~ ~~ ~~
A dusty courtyard—
for the rest of the story,
go ask the blue broom.
~~ ~~ ~~
I am listening
for the rest of the story,
but no one tells it.
~~ ~~ ~~
hidden from the world
the rest of the story breathes
under twigs and stones
~~ ~~ ~~
I am listening
for the rest of the story—
rattlesnakes draw near.
~~ ~~ ~~
Now I understand
that the rest of the story
is not yet written.
~~ ~~ ~~
I am listening
for the rest of the story—
the fragrance of truth.
~~ ~~ ~~
I have such high hopes
that the rest of the story
will be engaging.
~~ ~~ ~~
This is a country
where the rest of the story
always leads to war.
~~ ~~ ~~
Gutted grey buildings—
for the rest of the story
go ask the soldiers.
~~ ~~ ~~
Write a single word,
not the rest of the story
of the human race.
~~ ~~ ~~
Seven monks praying
seek the rest of the story
deep within themselves.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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If You Are Honest
If you are honest,
you will say the sky is blue,
not some shadow tint.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Barrel cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
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you will say the sky is blue,
not some shadow tint.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Barrel cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
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Searching for Rain
Even the fence post
is searching the sky for rain,
so dry are its bones.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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is searching the sky for rain,
so dry are its bones.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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