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Cups of Tea


Cups of tea increase our pleasure.
Moments that we cannot measure
Suddenly turn dark as coffee—
Are we craving English toffee?
Down we go, the house is shaking!
Moved by snow, there’s no mistaking
That an avalanche is sliding
Into places we’d be hiding
Were they splashed with gin or rum.
Aloud we pray: “Let no harm come!”


 
DISCLAIMER: This ditty is strictly the product of my overactive imagination.
  

© 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Odd Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
How far we have come
from the land of stones and thorns—
how far yet to go!
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
resting for an hour
in the shadows of the pines—
river in her heart
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
morning sacrifice—
how one feather on the shore
appeases the gods
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Even a free bird
cannot sprout another wing
when one is broken.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
dragonfly
singing down the sun
one more time
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
fencepost silhouette
pressed against the western sky
spangled with new stars
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
shadowy walkway—
a beggar without a face
stretching out his hand
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Red paper lantern—
mistaking it for ripe fruit,
wrens peck at its flesh.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Near the Buddha’s feet
a lily of the valley
makes itself at home.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
a day-old doughnut
drizzled with powdered sugar
beggar’s evening feast
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
afternoon monsoon—
sinuous lines of lightning
snaking through the sky

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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