Desert willow (Chilopsis linearis), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
From the children’s nursery comes a Silver Voice:
“The Willow Tree seems lost now, and you have no choice
But to seek until you find her, seek both near and far,
Seek beneath the stump and boulder, seek where dragons are.
Do not let unrest dissuade you from the task at hand.
Courage, sister! Courage, brother! Don’t you understand
That skies and stars and planets all depend on you?
Gird yourselves with courage, and do what you must do!
Destroy fierce Dragon Burdock that threatens Willow’s ways;
Then, with all things great and small, in peace live out your days.”
We hear you, Voice of Silver, we hear you, Voice of Old;
With courage as our mantle, we’ll do as we are told.
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Section of a mural, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
~~ 1 ~~
on a crumbling wall
in eternal flight—
its whirring wings never stop
as it hovers for a sip
~~ 2 ~~
empty garden bench
where last night’s conversation
still lingers at dawn
patterns of loss and longing
nestling in the wooden slats
~~ 3 ~~
all things softening
as summer moves toward autumn—
even field mice seem
to dwindle into mere fluff
a child’s breath can blow away
~~ 4 ~~
a cold deep pool
where she comes to bathe at dawn
dropping her silk blouse
into the dry stems and weeds
detritus of late summer
~~ 5 ~~
as an exile from the world—
the burdock knows why,
and so does the peony
with its extravagant bloom
Tanka and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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