Five Haiku with Tea

1.
Rainy afternoon—
a broken silk umbrella
lies in the gutter.
 
2.
How placid the cat
curled seemingly forever
in the old man’s lap!
 
3.
How satisfying
to drink clear, cool spring water
from a clean white cup!
 
4.
In darkness the hills
hold lurid conversations
with the river stones.
 
5.
Autumn advances—
the maple’s leaves turn crimson
without fuss or noise.
 

 

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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We Strained the Honey

We strained the honey, it flows like light
On our bread’s darkness; we take a bite,
Lost in the glorious mystery
Of wilding sweetness that sets us free.
 
How precious to set aside our shrugs
Of unbelief and squash them like bugs!
Minds that are closed can open anew;
Eat of our bread now—we break it for you.

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Art of Dying: A Haibun

One day I will practice the art of dying. Darkness will gain the upper hand. No one will ring mournful bells from the church spire to announce my passing. While feuds and wars continue on Earth, I will be at peace, having slipped away into a wild and wonderful place. No more false living for me!

Tattered butterfly,
tell me again the reason
nothing stays the same.

The Parting

“I know that I will miss you,” he said with a slight shrug.
“But the cat has lost its tail, there’s darkness on the rug,
And cruelty is sport for fools, of which I am one;
Better we should part this day, and let the deed be done.”
 
“I will not discourage you,” she said without a sigh.
“You’ve been just short of horrible in all the years gone by.
You thought that I was fragile, you thought I was a toad,
But I withstood your onslaughts—now go, and hit the road!”

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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