Category Archives: 5-7-5

Myth


An old myth extols
the beauty of border walls—
doves dismiss the lie.

 
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Anything Is Possible: A Haibun


If I could touch the sound of a dove with my fingertips, I would. But my hopes are dashed; the little songster flees as I draw near. The dove calls again. Surely this time! Stealthily I move forward, but a dry leaf crackles underfoot. Hush now, I say to myself, you’re making too much noise; surely she hears you. But, no, there on a branch of the plum is the dove, and there is her song, pouring from her beak like a silver waterfall. Slowly, ever so slowly, I approach, I reach, I touch the sparkling notes. The dove does not stir, though she knows full well what I’m doing. You doubt my story? In the Age of Donald Trump, anything is possible.

An old Buddhist monk,
who never tells me his name,
visits me in dreams.

 
  

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Labyrinth

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Shadowy vegetation surrounds a labyrinth in Phoenix, Arizona.
 


Deep in thought I walk
round and round the gravel path,
ignoring the sky.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Grapefruit

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A grapefruit clings to its tree at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


Even in darkness,
touch the ripening grapefruit,
for it is holy.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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The Art of Dying: A Haibun


One day I will practice the art of dying. Darkness will gain the upper hand. No one will ring mournful bells from the church spire to announce my passing. While feuds and wars continue on Earth, I will be at peace, having slipped away into a wild and wonderful place. No more false living for me!

Tattered butterfly,
tell me again the reason
nothing stays the same.

 
  

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Passing

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The sky lights up over Wellton, Arizona on a late December morning.
 


Right after Christmas
bright sunrise marks the passing
of a tattered year.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Sunset

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A December sunset dances through the sky of the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
 


As they cook supper,
no one in the homeless camp
admires the sunset.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Moment

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A tree with no leaves stands at the edge of Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona.
 


At any moment
a dove may settle to rest
in the leafless tree.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Changes

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On a wintry day in the Sonoran Desert, storm clouds form in the east.
 


Winter afternoon—
one dove falling from the clouds
changes everything.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Abandoned Motel

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Graffiti defaces an abandoned motel north of Flagstaff, Arizona.
 
 

Graffiti mars the old hotel,
It’s feeling rather blue.
Is there some way to cheer it up?
I don’t know, do you?
 
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deepening autumn—
the longing of broken things
to be whole again

 
 
Rhyming poem, haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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