Category Archives: Midweek Motif


Within a tiny shadow great surprises hide.
Come, and I’ll display for you what is held inside.
First, some blackbird laughter, threaded with fine silk,
Then some wine that sparkles, if you don’t like milk.
You’ll also see a comet blazing as it goes,
And something not as fiery: a pale desert rose.
Another thing you’ll find there (keep an open mind):
The deeds of righteous people, generous and kind.
The world holds more surprises than anyone can dream,
And in the darkest places, surprises reign supreme.
What? You don’t believe me? You think that I tell lies?
My advice to you, my friend: Open both your eyes!

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Morning Poem

I sing praise for morning light,
Shining full and shining bright!
Praise for birdsong in the air,
Joy-notes winging everywhere!
Praise for leaf and twig and stone!
Praise for skin and blood and bone!
Praise for coffee, praise for tea!
Praise for ocean, river, sea!
Praise for rain and praise for drought!
Praise for certainty and doubt!
Praise for things both great and small!
And the One who made them all
Is the One whom I will praise:
Morning, evening, all my days!

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Prayer House

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Old adobe building, Santa Rosa Plateau Ecological Preserve, Riverside County, California.

little house of prayer
in the shadows of the oak—
come, O Spirit, come

Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Three Prayers for Autumn

God of the kitchen,
may nothing dreadful emerge
from my bubbling pot.
~~ ~~ ~~
God of corn and wheat,
may harvests be abundant
on my little farm.
~~ ~~ ~~
God of stone and star,
may I not forget the ways
that you sustain me.

Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Old Age

Old age is a neat little trick
For people who never get sick.
But if you’re not well,
Old age can be hell—
As if you were hit by a brick.

Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Addiction or Fiction?

The gal in the 10-gallon hat
Has gotten exceedingly fat.
Is her addiction
Only a fiction,
Or is it more serious than that?

Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Reading Fiction

The fiction you read every day
Can mess up your mind, so they say.
But can it be worse
Than ludicrous verse
That no one will read anyway?

Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Not Enough Money

Not enough money, yes, this is the song
I sing at daybreak and sing all day long.
Not enough money to travel to France,
Not enough money for sweaters or pants;
Not enough money for coffee or tea,
Not enough money for sailing the sea.
But laughter is free, so I laugh a lot.
As for more money, I don’t give a jot!

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Snow on the Pine Boughs

Pine boughs laden with snow in Apache County, Arizona.

Snow on the pine boughs, snow in the air!
Snow on the fox and raven and hare!
Snow in the valley, snow on the hill!
Snow on the rock, the ridge, and the rill!
Everywhere, everywhere snow is in sight!
Everything wears a blanket of white!
Nothing escapes the fingers of cold—
Winter is here, the world waxes old.

Poem © 2018 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Winter Is Coming

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Dead mullein stalks poke out of the snow in northern New Mexico.

Winter is coming with sleet, ice, and snow;
Herons will shiver and so will the crow.
Rivers of snot will run from kids’ noses—
They won’t be smelling bouquets of roses.
Slippery sidewalks will make old folks fall;
Traffic on freeways will slow to a crawl.
But there are some places winter won’t touch:
India, Panama, Guinea, and such.
To people who live there, southerly folk,
Winter’s privations are merely a joke.
It’s all in your viewpoint, how winter looks.
Remember: Broth spoils with too many cooks.

Poem © 2018 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher