Category Archives: Mexico

The middle child

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Section of a mural in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

 
 

The middle child,
feeling lost and upset,
goes for treatment
one day a week.
In the waiting room,
her older brother
chants nursery rhymes
and tells stories
in a vain attempt
to comfort her.
“Wait till you see the lunches
they serve at school next week,”
he says.
“Seven kinds of ice cream!”
But the disconsolate middle child
cares nothing for ice cream lunches.
All she wants is to rise up
out of her wheelchair
and walk.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Playing her part

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Sunset, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


She quiets her mind and opens her arms,
Embracing the ocean and stars;
Even the planets draw near as she breathes
And blesses both Venus and Mars.
 
Yoga sustains her day in and day out,
A peace settles over her soul;
She’s playing her part, although it is small,
Her part in the glorious whole.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Gifts

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Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


gifts from the ocean
strewn along a sandy beach
free for the taking

 
Haiku © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Does she know?

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A wedding at Ex-Convento de Guadalupe, Guadalupe, Zacatecas, México
 


Does she know, the happy bride,
That sorrow comes her way?
Does she know her firstborn son
Will sometimes go astray?
 
Nestled safe within her womb
The child begins to grow;
But of pangs that are to come
How little does she know!

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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I hold her close

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Mother and child out for an early morning stroll, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 

I hold her close, this daughter of mine,
I hold her close to my heart.
Lest something evil tear her away,
Or even tear her apart.
 
The pangs I endured when she was born
Were nothing to me, for love
Hopes and endures and believes all things,
Empowered by God above.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Prayer for My Daughter

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A wall hanging depicting an indigenous mother and her daughter, Fábrica La Aurora, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


The day of her birth was six years ago—
How quickly my daughter has grown!
The fruit of my womb is graceful and fair—
I’m happy to call her my own!
 
I pray for this child, the fruit of my womb,
I pray for her both night and day;
I ask that the gods will grant her the strength
To follow a right and true way.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Mirror

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Reflected street scene, Los Algodones, Baja California Norte, México
 


A window is a mirror
Reflecting what I see;
Perhaps a car or shadow
Appears just right to me.
 
Or maybe I am hoping
That what I see is true;
Is the sky, for instance, pink,
Or is it really blue?

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Mirror

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A mirror decorated for Christmas 2016, Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico
 


The napkins on the table
And paintings on the wall
Are pictured in the mirror,
The glass that sees them all.
 
But mirrors cannot picture
The realm within the soul,
Where Spirit speaks to spirit,
And crushed things are made whole.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Where

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Wixáritari woman on Cerro de la Bufa, Zacatecas, México
 


Where, O where, has my little boy gone?
Where, O where, can he be?
I’ve looked for him high, I’ve looked for him low,
I’ve looked for him up in a tree!
 
The moment I find him, what should I do?
(I fear the search will be long.)
The thing every other mother would do:
Love him and sing him a song.

 
Poem © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Smile

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“Nuestra Señora del Refugio de los Pecadores,” artist unknown, Museo Zacatecano, Zacatecas, México
 


After seven frosts,
a smile transcending seasons
warms the coldest heart.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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