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