Category Archives: Our World Tuesday
Contemplation

Corn husk Madonna and Child in a Yuma County, Arizona church
in the season’s rush
taking time to contemplate
how a mother loves
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blackbird

Butterfield Golf Course, Wellton, Arizona
blackbird by herself
celebrating morning light—
the tilt of her wing
Haiku photo © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Tricks

Wild asters, Apache County, Arizona
autumn afternoon—
the tricks my eyes play on me
in the aster field
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Tricks

Watson Lake, Prescott, Arizona
how the light plays tricks—
a mountain in the distance
seems to shrug and shift
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Quiet

Young lovers in Zacatecas, México
some quiet moments
away from the festival
just the two of them
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Snack

Snack vendor, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
time out for a snack—
waiting for the festival
to begin at noon
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Dessert
So many walls in San Miguel!
There is the wall painted the color of sunrise just down the street from the casita where I am staying. Even on overcast days its brightness lifts my spirits.
There are the walls of stone surrounding the little plaza where lovers hold hands, old people rest their weary bones, and pigeons boldly draw near, demanding a treat.
And there are the towering walls outside the homes of the rich near Parque Juarez. No one can see over them, but behind those walls I imagine feasts for Dia de los Muertos, cooks toiling in kitchens, and servants ushering guests to their places at the table.
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” Robert Frost mused in one of his poems. But when it comes to the walls of San Miguel, I love them all.
Sunday afternoon
another page of Kafka
served up with dessert
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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