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Haibun: The Bullet
I found a bullet beneath a maple tree whose blood-red leaves seemed to be burning. I took the bullet home and sat in the doorway. Filaments of a broken spiderweb dangled overhead. There was within me a ferocious longing to know what creature had escaped death on that bright autumn day. Something that could crawl or creep? Something that shone or shimmered? I would never know. But in my hands I held, like a communion wafer, the token of its escape. Holy, holy, holy.
My rudderless boat—
the frigid current takes me
wherever it wills.
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Does She Dare to Hope?
Crouching in her cave
she gulps wine mixed
with sugars from the date and fig,
wine that burns like fire.
Bonds of frailty hold her fast.
Outside, in the garden of good and evil,
flowers big as moons bloom so bright
they appear to be burning flares,
but she cannot see them.
In her cave, all is darkness,
yet she seems to hear a voice read words
older than the prophets:
“Though our outer nature is wasting away,
our inner nature is being renewed every day.”
Does she dare to hope?
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Take a word or two
Beavertail cactus blossom, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
Take a word or two—
mingle, calendar, or burning will do.
Splash them on a page,
or hang them with rope
from a branch
like lumps of suet
to feed the hungry jays.
All words woven by your hands
become poems, my daughter,
and yours will be the first weaving
to awaken daffodils
from their winter sleep.
Even the jays
will be amazed.
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Burning
First light of day on a palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Would Moses recognize this burning bush?
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Burning
Sunrise with Indigo bush in the foreground, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
early spring sunrise—
even the indigo bush
seems to be burning
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Mountaintop
Beavertail Cactus (Opuntia basilaris) in bloom, April 2015, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
Mountaintop afire—
can no one quench the burning
of the holy flame?
~~ ~~ ~~
When mountains burn, panicked creatures flee.
Haiku in bold and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Lamp
View of the Cathedral, Zacatecas, México
the jade-seller’s lamp
still burning long past midnight
blotting out the moon
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Always somewhere a lamp is burning.
Text © 2015 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Harmony
Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
long and wearisome
the way to burning mountain
stones in one accord
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Burning Everything
burning everything—
how adept the old rhymester
at torching poems
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burning everything—
even edible fragments
snatched from the starving
~~ ~~ ~~
burning everything—
even the viscous liquid
seeping from her lips
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Mystery
Charred post at abandoned homestead, Southern California
mystery of fire—
how the burning ravages
everything but one
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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