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Countless

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Imperial Sand Dunes Recreation Area, Southern California
 


Countless grains of desert sand
Shifted in the wind last night.
More grains than you or I could tell
Shifted left, and shifted right.
 
Another windstorm’s coming,
Promising to blow and blow
Until those countless grains of sand
Find another place to go!

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Sand

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Puerto Nuevo, a fishing village south of Tijuana in Baja California Norte, México
 


Little grains of beach sand
Scattered on the street;
Little grains of beach sand—
Watch your tender feet!
 
There among the cobbles
Lie the prickly grains,
Guaranteed to give you
Aches and bitter pains!

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

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Cholla cactus blossom, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
    


Only in the desert sands
Do cacti thrive and bloom,
Not on crowded city streets
Where there’s no breathing room.
 
If you find a place of sand,
Where human prints are few,
There the lowly cactus waits
To show its blooms to you.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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At the Moon’s Rising

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Shed lock, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

At the moon’s rising
we will eat soft candy
and sing lilting songs,
songs that bastards and buggers
never take on their tongues.
Yet sylvan maidens know them,
singing them at midnight
to the tree that rots in the forest
and to the blind lieutenant
who, now that it’s peacetime,
wonders why
they sent him to war.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Rose of Wisdom

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A gnarled tree beside a path at Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona

 

By the lake a pathway leads
Through the dry and tangled weeds
To a place where no one goes
But the ones who seek The Rose.
 
Holy, holy is the day!
Holy, holy is the way!

 
Rose of wisdom, fair and pure,
May your root and branch endure
In the hearts that hold you fast—
There, O Rose, bloom forth at last.
 
Holy, holy is the day!
Holy, holy is the way!


 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Holiness

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Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona
 


April afternoon—
the holiness of water
and a blackbird’s song

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Work

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Detail from a mural, Ajo, Arizona
 


Woman, why are you
always doing holy work
on your hands and knees?

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Melody

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The Sonoran Desert landscape near Ajo, Arizona
 


On which page is it written,
In which trustworthy book,
That barren places warrant
No glance or second look?
 
The unassuming places
Hold more than eye can see,
And for those with ears to hear,
A soulful melody.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Grace

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Teddy bear (or jumping) cholla cactus near Ajo, Arizona
 


The desert is better than books,
No matter how barren it looks;
There’s grace to be found
In dry, dusty ground,
In spite of the absence of brooks.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Books

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A boulder surrounded by birdsong in a remote location, Apache County, Arizona
 


Some books I found in passing
Contained disturbing words:
The end is near, they seemed to say,
Pay heed to stones and birds;
 
For in this warming climate,
Where things are changing fast,
Not even stones and blackbirds
Have stamina to last.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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