Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Desert Shadows

Shadows dot the desert landscape near Ajo, Arizona.
 
 

The shadowlands wait
in ever deeper silence
for the Flower Moon.

 
 
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Measure

I learn by laughing
how to measure out the pain
of spring’s cruelty.

Haiku © 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Praise

Misty April dawn—
a wren clinging to a twig
warbles songs of praise.

Haiku © 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Earth Day 2022

A labyrinth in Phoenix, Arizona is a quiet place to meditate on Earth Day.

healing medicines:
blue skies, bright blossoms, bent stones—
gifts from Mother Earth
 
 

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A Voice

Sunset in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
 

She lifted her voice against the sun,
Cursing because Good Friday was done.
 
The coming of night would make her feel blue,
For none of her dreams would ever come true.
 
She pillowed her head and turned off the light,
Preparing to face the terrors of night;
 
But then came a voice, a voice not her own,
Whispering things from the past she had known:
 
You are the daughter of wisdom and light,
The child of mercy and goodness and right.
 
Be not afraid of the terrors ahead.
Lie down and sleep, child, for safe is your bed.
 
Over her heart washed a wave of relief,
The voice in the night assuaging her grief.
 
 
 
HAIKU:
 
Good Friday evening—
singing dark songs, Sister Death
slips into my room.

 
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Walls Breathe Out Stories

1.
Walls breathe out stories
that only mice understand—
April conundrums.
 
2.
You brought me three plums,
not even paying for them,
sweet gifts from your tree.
 
3.
Hailstones strip the tree,
ripe fruits plummet to the earth—
say no more of them!
 
4.
Whatever is left
after spring has slipped away—
this will be my song.
 
5.
A room with no view
is not the end of the world
as long as there’s tea.

Haiku © 2022 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Evening Shadows

Evening shadows have eclipsed the desert landscape in Yuma County, Arizona.
 

First April evening—
how can I sing shadow songs
with light in my heart?

 
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Four Haiku in Time of War

1.
The door stands open;
together we step outside
to visit the plum.
 
2.
Two small young children,
weary of the bomb shelter,
beg for fresh spring air.
 
3.
Bar the entryway
to the shore where wars begin—
let plum trees blossom!
 
4.
When the wick burns low,
the darkness will teach you things
that no light can show.

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Sunflowers

A sunflower flaunts its brightness in this detail from a painting in an art store, Angels Camp, California.
 

Everywhere they grow,
sunflowers channel the light
to brighten the world.

 
Photo and haiku © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Four Haiku on the Cusp of Spring

1.
Hand and wrist ready,
notebook pages clean and white,
I write spring haiku.
 
2.
Softly my pencil
brushes the paper, forming
words like plum blossoms.
 
3.
Heavy with blossoms
my plum tree appears to lean
almost to the earth!
 
4.
On the cusp of spring
we bury our old spaniel
after his last breath.

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