Category Archives: The Haiku Challenge 2012

Dream Walks

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There is a wisdom
that comes from taking dream walks
in the wilderness.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
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Sheep, You Give Us Joy

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Sheep, you give us joy!
As you share your wool and flesh,
we are warm and full.
 
We are warm and full—
no winter winds can slay us,
clad and fed by you.
 
Clad and fed by you,
who needs any other wealth?
Sheep, you give us joy!

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Student art, Northern Arizona
 
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It Gives Me Great Joy

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It gives me great joy
to share my blanket with you—
now my heart is full.
 
Now my heart is full,
for tonight you will be warm,
wrapped in my blanket.
 
Wrapped in my blanket,
you will snuggle with the stars—
it gives me great joy.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Student art, Northern Arizona
 
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Draught of the Spirit

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Juan Diego prefers draft beer, but when he’s desperate, as he was last night, he’ll settle for a bottle. Fortunately, he chose me.
 
For an hour or more, his lips caressed mine as he tipped his head back and sipped my contents. By the time he emptied me, Juan Diego was no longer sure what he was doing. (I’m not the only bottle whose lips he caressed with fervor and passion and perhaps even a pinch of patriotism.) He left me here outside Antonio’s door with cucararchas and wilting flower petals.
 
And look at me now: No longer empty, I am filled—with a house! A reflection, yes, but at least it is not cerveza! Of all bottles, I am most blessed!
 
That’s what happens when you’re empty: Mysteriously, something comes along to fill the void.
 

I long to be filled
with things greater than myself—
draught of the Spirit.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Along a callejon, Zacatecas, México
 
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Little Bird of Doubt

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The churches of Zacatecas have one thing in common: a pervasive darkness.
 
In Templo Santo Domingo: shadows on the altar, shadows lurking behind the crucifix, shadows hovering like ravens above the baptismal font. The opening words of Genesis seem to presage the scene: “…and darkness was upon the face of the deep….”
 
But how much darkness can I endure? How long can I consort with shadows? My soul cries out for light.
 
I run to the church’s massive front doors, peer out into the sunlit street, and see for myself that “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:5).
 
One glimpse of the light is enough. I turn back to enter the gloom and to embrace the darkness that dwells in me, and in all of us.
 

Little bird of doubt,
I caught you in the darkness,
fed you crumbs of light.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Templo Santo Domingo, Zacatecas, México
 
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Romancing the Wild

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You can’t step into the same river—or wilderness—twice. Something is always shifting. Something added today will be subtracted tomorrow.
 
Winds fray the grasses. Blowing sand burnishes the stone. A hungry hawk hovers overhead and the mouse runs for cover, leaving tiny tracks.
 
A midnight snowfall dusts tumbleweeds and junipers, cacti and spent wildflowers. I walk through a sparkling wonderland that yesterday was brown and barren.
 
In the desert, snow doesn’t last long: wonderland today, mud tomorrow, dust the day after that. Yet in all seasons, I love this wild place.
 
Romancing a place takes dedication, just as romancing a person. You set yourself to the task for better or worse; for richer or poorer; in sun or in snow, praying that indifference never tames the wild longings of your heart.
 

all the little stones
are singing in the washes
snowflakes kiss the notes

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
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Lamento de la Olla

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I have been sitting on these steps for hours, but no one has lifted my lid, not even once. No one has said to my maker, “How many pesos for that one?” or “Oh, this is exactly the right color for my cocina!” or “My daughter has been looking for an olla just like that.”
 
Nobody looks at me. They have eyes only for the dulces, the frambuesas, the gorditas that the women and children are selling from little tables set up in the streets.
 
Who cares about a cooking pot? Who cooks at home anymore? Why even bother to have a cocina? You can get whatever you want for breakfast or lunch or supper on the street.
 
I may sit here forever—or until someone accidentally knocks me down the steps and I shatter into ten thousand pieces.
 

Corn soup simmering
redolent of cebollas
quick, hand me a spoon!

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Mercado, Zacatecas, México
 
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Un Gran Milagro

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The señora with the camera thinks I do not see her. Let her think that. I don’t care.
 
See that pigeon? I can catch him if I run fast enough. I can do it with my eyes closed. Yes, that is the best way. Eyes closed. Then the pigeon will not see me coming.
 
At the very last second, I open my eyes, and snatch the pigeon by his legs. I hold him upside down. He squawks and struggles, but I do not let go. After all, he is only a bird, and I am Antonio, the Bravest Boy in the Callejones.
 
What a fat pigeon! I’m sure he’s very tasty. I will take him home, and mama will cook him for supper. Full of pigeon pie, I will crawl into bed and dream until mañana.
 

For mama and me
fresh pigeon pie for supper—
un gran milagro!

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Plaza Genaro Codina, Zacatecas, México
 
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Autumn

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Cottonwood Maiden
ravens nestling in your hair
one gold note trembles

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
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Winter

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sunflowers
will not stop blooming
in my heart

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
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