Category Archives: Mexico

Sanctuary

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A seaside sanctuary, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 
 

I will build a sanctuary,
using nothing but a piece of string
a beam, and a post.
It may seem inadequate,
or a mean affair,
but it will not shake
during times of earthquake,
nor will it leave me poor,
for in it my soul will be reborn
as old, familiar prayers trigger
freshets of new meaning
into my everyday life.
It will carry me through
flood and fire, locust and hail,
or any other plague that comes.
This is what a sanctuary is for,
and this is why I pick this place
beside the sea.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  

Bliss

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A heart drawn in the sand by lovers, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 
 

I hate broccoli—
loathe the stuff.
But it is bliss
to kick off my sandals
and draw on the beach
with my toes.
It is rapture
to wear a different wig each day
and keep people guessing:
“Who is that woman?”
And when I purse my lips
to kiss you? O what delight!
I don’t even worry about the dents
I got in my car last night!

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
NOTE TO THE READER: Some elements of this poem are autobiographical, but I am NOT a hater of broccoli! The declaration of antipathy toward that particular vegetable just happened to work with this poem.
 
   
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When I was a girl

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A mural on a house in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


When I was a girl
I wanted to be someone’s wife,
washing his dirty clothes,
then hanging them out to dry
on leafless bamboo poles.
But the day I saw a blackbird
in the backyard bath,
its eyes aflame with fire,
I felt within my skin a stirring
to make paintings
envied by both monk and nun.
Now masked, with brush in hand,
I steal out every night
to splash the darkened city walls
with light, and then more light.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A mask on the wall

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Mask on the bathroom wall of artist Anado McLauchlin, La Cieneguita, Guanajuato, México
 


A mask on the wall of the bath
Represents such unholy wrath
That bathers do quake,
And shiver and shake,
While viewing the mask in the bath.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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At the festival

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A dog explores the weeds and grasses near Lake Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico
 
 

at the festival
she wore only poems
that she had listened to before…
before the wine
before the fruit
before the shades of night
came without warning
to spirit her away
from where she walked
with her favorite dog
the two of them together
clad only
in poems

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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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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