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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.

 
  

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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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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Spaces

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A red leaf among pine debris, Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona, autumn 2016
 


On the forest floor
even hidden spaces hold
both darkness and light.

 
Photo and haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Light

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A Yuma County, Arizona home still glows with Christmas lights in 2017.
 


Though Christmas is past,
light still shines in the darkness
of a desert night.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Enough

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Decorative candles on a church wall, Yuma County, Arizona
 


only a candle
to drive away the darkness
but it is enough

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Hyperbole

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A section of a church bookshelf

 
Many years ago I was invited to teach an adult Sunday school class. I read the text that we were supposed to discuss, the words of Jesus from Luke 14:26: “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.”
 
“This is an example of hyperbole,” I said. “Jesus is exaggerating for the sake of emphasis. He doesn’t really expect you to hate those who are near and dear to you.”
 
Willard bristled at my statement. “My Bible says that you have to hate them,” he said.
 
“It’s a figure of speech,” I countered. “Can you follow Jesus and hate your wife?”
 
“It’s not a figure of speech,” Willard insisted. “It says hate and it means hate.”
 
The rest of the class grew increasingly uneasy as Willard and I traded verbal blows.
 
At last I said, “I guess we’re just going to have to agree to disagree.” And I moved on.

 


one way to the light
goes through the house of darkness—
I open the door

 
Haibun and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Hem

Anado's Virgin
Virgin of Guadalupe candelabrum by artist Anado McLauchlin, La Cieneguita, Guanajuato, México
 


the hem of her dress
blazing a way through darkness
thread by slender thread

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Downplay

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Discarded materials from a construction site gathering evening shadows, Southern Arizona
 
 


In a box of castoff wood,
Shadows do what shadows should:
Downplay darkness, accent light,
Making all the world seem right.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 


Shadows find homes in strange places.

 
 
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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