Category Archives: haiku
Rattled
A padlock helps to keep tools safe in a shed at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
Wind, relentless wind!
I’m rattled by the padlock
swinging to and fro.
Mysteries
Shadows line the porches of “Winsor Castle” at Pipe Spring National Monument, Fredonia, Arizona.
Summer mysteries—
if only I could read one
among the shadows!
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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New Path
A labyrinth in Phoenix, Arizona attracts many truth seekers.
I choose a new path
before the wind can erase
yesterday’s footprints.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Lonely Place
A blush spreads across the sky at day’s end in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
In this lonely place,
where will you rest for the night,
weary little dove?
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Discipline
A huge stone nestles in the shade of a pine tree at the Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona.
It takes tons of discipline just to be a stone,
Sitting in the sun and rain, sitting all alone,
Sitting there ignored and shunned as the years roll by.
Don’t you wish you were a stone? “No, I don’t, not I.”
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When the old stone sings,
even crows in the pine tree
stop wagging their tongues.
Rhyming poem, haiku, and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Praise the Lord: A Haibun
This is my morning ritual, taught to me by the elders—women I met on holy ground. Turning to the east, I place a poem on my tongue, as though it were a communion wafer. Like the wafer melting in a faithful person’s mouth, I know the poem on my tongue will die if I do not sing it aloud, whether anybody hears it or not. So I sing: “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” Five times I sing the ancient words. And after the fifth time I laugh, for things all round me have joined the song: chickadees and caterpillars; butterflies and blacksnakes; mosquitos, mergansers, and marigolds. Everything with breath is praising the Lord. And the song is glorious.
Unexpected rain—
the old stone Buddha’s broad lap
now holds an ocean.
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Tangled
An orange tree stands in need of pruning in a Phoenix, Arizona backyard.
Through tangled branches,
who can see the waxing moon,
even at midnight?
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Four Haiku for Sunday
1
Maple, poplar, oak—
the names of my forest friends
linger on my tongue.
2
Women keep weeping
because roots of war grow deep,
and church bells go mute.
3
In the plum tree’s shade
my skinny little daughter
rubs two shiny coins.
4
Mother Earth, sounding
oddly like my own mother,
says, “Mend your ways, child.”
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Locked
The doors are locked on this chapel in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico.
No one comes to pray
at the little stone chapel,
but a blackbird sings.
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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