Category Archives: 5-7-5

New Song

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A spring day in Yuma County, Arizona begins with a beautiful sunrise.
 


If no dove should sing
to greet the dawn, a new song
will fly from my tongue.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Haibun: Braiding Stories


Among the flowers and grasses, tiny yellow-and-brown things with wings land and take off, take off and land. Should I be worried that I do not know their names? I lift one of the things from a flower stained with its excrement—so small to have made such a big mess! Looking at this nameless thing strips me of all notions of superiority. I know that the day is coming when my own stains will be concealed by the undertaker’s art. But that day can wait. I still have stories to braid.
 

A woman sleeping
on a green park bench wakes up,
stretching and yawning.




 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 

 

Footprints

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Footprints are sometimes visible in the labyrinth at Unity of Phoenix Spiritual Center.
 


Easter’s come and gone—
I follow nail-scarred footprints
as I journey on.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Small Talk

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A sunflower blooms at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


April afternoon—
why are we making small talk
while sunflowers bloom?

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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April Longing


Guided by flowers,
I have found my way to you
fragrance by fragrance.
 
My little basket
holds April’s choicest blossoms—
they are all for you.
 
This April evening
I come, but find your door locked—
won’t you let me in?

 
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Haibun: True Tale


Every tale I tell is true, although they may not have happened exactly the way I tell them. I embellish a detail here to emphasize a point. I subtract a detail there so it doesn’t detract from the narrative. I once held an old tabby cat until she died, feeling the blood rise and fall in her veins, and the faint purr of gratitude in her throat. No one wants to die alone, not even a cat. After her death I walked along the beach and picked up a shell. Everyone knows you can hear the ocean in a seashell. I heard my cat. She seemed to be whispering to me as she often did at midnight when she lay beside me in bed. “One day the current will carry you to me forever. Until then, I will speak to you as the wind or the waves. Listen.”
 

My first memories
burned to ashes long ago,
yet I still sift them.


 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 

 

How

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When droughts become severe, Arizona cottonwoods drop their leaves prematurely.
 


Dove of the desert,
how can a small dying leaf
hold your lively song?

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Love in 5-7-5 Time


1.
whatever you love
cuts you like a knife, carving
canyons in your flesh
 
 
2.
someone who loves you
washes away everything
you thought essential
 
 
3.
ceaseless floods of love
grind your soul’s granite to silt
washing it downstream
 
 
4.
layer by layer
what’s inside you is revealed
by your lover’s art

 
 

© 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher


Wine

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Detail from a mosaic on a community wall, Ajo, Arizona
 


Hand and hand we walk
through this dry and thirsty land—
birdsong is our wine.

 
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Haibun: Easter Meal


The anchovies on the pizza were too salty, and I’m desperately thirsty. I keep trying to drink some water, but the table wobbles and it’s hard for me to pick up the glass. I never expected to be eating alone in a sad café on a chilly Easter Sunday. Through the dirty window an almost biblical scene unfolds: sheep grazing on lush grass. A shepherd has led them there. It’s so restful to watch that I close my eyes for a moment. But the impatient water prods me back to awareness by snapping out a single word: “Finished?”
 

On a windy day
the white dove loses her song
somewhere on the way.

 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher