To the thief who stole my guitar:


I know that Jesus tells me to turn the other cheek
and to pray for them that persecute me.
But I deeply grieve my loss,
and like the fiery prophets of old,
I have a vision for you:
May someone drive bamboo splinters
under your fingernails,
so that when you strum the stolen strings
you cry out in agony.
May you live in constant fear,
hearing voices gibbering in the night.
May scenes of hell disturb your sleep.
May peace flee from you like dust before the wind.
May regret pierce your soul
like ten thousand rusty knives,
and may the bleeding never stop.
If ever you are caught,
may you be locked up so long
that you never walk out alive.
May the jangle of the jailer’s keys
be the first music you hear each morning
and the last sound you hear at night.
And may I be privileged to hear your death rattles
just before the jailers carry you out feet first
to dump you in an unmarked grave.
So be it.
Amen.

 

Poem © 2011 and revised 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
     
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Stream

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A stream in the mountains of Inyo National Forest near Bishop, California
 


Near a mountain stream
the shadows on some boulders
become black as crows.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Saintly Tree

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Autumn sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
  


A saintly old tree in the desert
Was waiting for morning light,
When suddenly seventeen blackbirds
Passed by in a frenzied flight.
 
The saintly tree shook, and it trembled,
Then gathered its wits, and said,
“O blackbirds, pray, what is the reason
For hurrying in such dread?”
 
The saintly tree heard a faint answer
As the birds flew out of sight:
“We fear the bright rays of the morning,
So we are seeking the night.”
 
The saintly tree seemed to nod sagely,
Though rooted in barren waste,
As if understanding completely,
The reason for the birds’ haste.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Saint Nobody


Saint Nobody walks with a purpose
Through streets where no one else dares.
She greets all the lonely and homeless,
Those for whom no one else cares.
 
Saint Nobody never feels frightened
Among the outcasts and thieves;
She fears neither danger nor darkness,
For this is what she believes:
 
She’s been given light that’s for sharing,
Light that she cannot withhold.
Saint Nobody walks with a purpose—
This is what makes her so bold.

 
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Wise Woman

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Mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


A wise woman watched from the wall
To see who would stumble and fall.
She offered them truth,
But no one, forsooth,
Accepted her offer at all.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

   
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Tell everyone


Tell everyone
how the whole
works better
than a part.
 
Concentrate
on the right hook
for your story
(keep it short,
keep it sharp)
and you’ll catch
what you wish,
 
not fish
but people
with an appetite
for truth—
they’ll spot it
on your hook
and take the bait.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Path

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Inyo National Forest near Bishop, California
 


autumn afternoon—
taking the shadowy path
but no companion

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Journey

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Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona
 


We thought we’d take a journey,
We knew not where to go;
We saw a trackless wasteland
With cactuses aglow.
 
We followed Crow’s directions
From dawn to setting sun,
Until our journey ended
Right where it had begun.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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End

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Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona
 


at her journey’s end
a simple decoration
for the pilgrim’s grave

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Blue Monday: Cemetery Flowers

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Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona
 


The cemetery flowers
Are blue as blue can be,
Left by a son or daughter
In loving memory.
 
The brilliant desert sunshine,
Will fade the blue to grey,
And then the son or daughter
Will bring a new display.

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher