Category Archives: wilderness

Leading

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Ocotillo blossoms, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


on a level path
ten thousand crimson blossoms
leading to the hills

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Following

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Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


following footsteps
erased by wilderness streams—
way of the Spirit

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Pilgrim Way

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


in a trackless waste
stopping for a while to pray
way of the pilgrim

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Stains

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


wilderness morning
sunlight the color of tea
staining the sand

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Embracing

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Dead Desert willow (Chilopsis linearis), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


one tattered willow
embracing the wilderness—
crow tries to explain

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Singing

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

 
“I hear America singing,” Walt Whitman wrote, “the varied carols I hear.”
 
I too hear singing, but instead of coming from throats of carpenters, masons or boatmen, it comes from sky and star and stone. It comes from weeds and wind and wild things. It comes from crow and cricket and cottonwood. It is the singing of the Sonoran Desert, and like the Siren songs that seduced Odysseus and his companions, I cannot ignore it.
 
I hear it as I help a student proofread her essay. I hear it while I confer with a parent about his son’s behavior. I hear it while I am grading papers.
 
At day’s end, I slip into comfortable clothing and walk into the nearby wilderness. The stones and weeds and dust greet me with rejoicing. They knew I would come.

 

three crickets chirping
stones conferring with the wind
my house is too small

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Blooming

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Rare September blossoms, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Why are you grieving?
The time of blooming has come,
if but for one hour.

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Brutalized

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Teddy Bear Cholla (Cylindropuntia bigelovii), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


prostrate and panting
cholla shadows brutalized
by the broiling sun

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Storytellers

Snagged

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Palo verde tree seed pods, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


kites by the thousand
snagged in palo verde trees
small boys never learn

 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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