Category Archives: haiku

Rattled

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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.

 

Haiku and photo by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Mysteries

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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!

 
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Who Do You Think You Are: A Haibun


If you were to ask me, “Who do you think you are?” this is what I’d say: I started dancing when God said, “Turn on the lights!” I made music when the first corn grew in dusty places, and the weight of a single kernel was heavier than all of Moctezuma’s gold. I attended the wedding at Cana of Galilee where Jesus said, “Forget the cash bar. I’m turning this water into wine, and it’s free for everyone. Come and get it!” I fiddled all night for the guests as they drank wine, rolled joints, and danced. And in the early hours of the morning I saw how Jesus took that poor, bruised woman with the split lip, laid his hands on her head, and said, “Daughter, be healed.” And she was! So who do I think I am? Why do you even ask? I think you know.


I can’t remember
the last time I quenched my thirst
from a mountain stream.

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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New Path

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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

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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?

 
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Discipline

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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.

 
 
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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

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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?

 
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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.”

 

Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Locked

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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.

 
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