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Small Doses


Wanderer, painter, or potter—which role is the best for me?
A clay pot follows the end of a straw into the roiling sea.
All who are guilty cause chaos; things without names cannot be;
Mercy comes in small doses to sinners who sin without glee:
Number them, mercy’s particles, number them One, Two, and Three!
From darkness create something of light and savor the mystery.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Tales of This and That

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Section of a well-weathered wooden wagon wheel, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
on a well-worn plank
peppers waiting to be sliced
with a keen-edge knife
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
As winter deepens,
her loneliness grows longer
in the waning light.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
From a broken plate
the homeless man is scraping
just enough to taste.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Everything depends
on music she composes
while making mistakes.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
Death by cliff or snare—
she imagines her revenge
on him who harmed her.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
Artists young and old,
create out of this darkness
new and dazzling light.

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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The Single Pancake

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This week’s words: habits, create, however, virtue, regard, gap, cycle, undoing, lessen, choice, gathering, suffering
 
The first line of each 5-7-5 snippet is taken from “My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop” by Naomi Shihab Nye.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
When he found one note,
he knew that he could create
something of beauty.
 
One note that rang true
detailed years of suffering
in the old country.
 
He sang it over
and over to the children
gathering round him.
 
In the old country
the cycle of poverty—
how endless it was!

 
For an immigrant
the choice is not always clear:
go home or stay here.

 
How I love this place!
However many its faults,
it is now my home.

 
He never became
the undoing of others,
only of himself.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
I cannot tell you
the way to lessen your pain—
you already know.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
It would be peaceful
to live near Cumberland Gap
in a log cabin.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
My heart has settled
on three habits to abjure,
and perhaps a fourth.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
The single pancake
has no regard for virtue
other than its own.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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