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Haibun: Sacred Grove


I walk barefoot on the gravel path, ignoring the pain. My pulse quickens, my blood runs hot. I feel as though I could float, or leap for joy. I’m going to visit my old friend the ginkgo. To shave off time, and arrive sooner, I double my speed. Now I see the ginkgo, framed as always by two recumbent Buddhas. From one of the Buddhas, a startled dove takes flight. On the head of the other, a monstrous crow grins, and plucks a passing insect from the air. I stand in the sacred grove where mystery abounds. All is well.
 

Urged on by the wind,
a little girl’s dragon kite
circles round the sun.


 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blue Monday

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Lost footwear in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Someone lost a flipflop,
left it in the dust;
now she wanders barefoot
as she knew she must!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher