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Famine or Feast?

In a little storybook that I read both day and night,
A man heaps feast-food on some plates, but keeps them out of sight.
His wrinkled visage dares to me reach for juice or wine,
But when I do, he slaps me with twisted fishing line.
My luck is next to nothing, I’m down and out, you see;
The table spread before me was never meant for me.
If you have hair, it’s easy to charm the serving-man
Who keeps the sideboard groaning with cake and wine and flan.
But if your hair is thinning and showing roots of grey,
The keeper of the sideboard will swat your hands away.
The moral of my story, if moral there may be:
There’s nothing wrong with hair dye, or using flattery!

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Oak Grove, San Diego County
Autumn color, 2011, Oak Grove, San Diego County, California

A road to somewhere—
might it lead to paradise
and a feast of thanks?

Poem © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

in famine’s great hall
suddenly on my table
a feast of blossoms

Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Six Tanka

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Of this week’s dozen words I have used: feast, empty, torn, escape, ghost, laugh

~~ 1 ~~
another ghost town
where we begin to trample
spirits in the dust—
a long, long dance at midnight
the Milky Way our partner
~~ 2 ~~
an old photograph—
two boys wrapped in a straw mat
trying not to laugh
remembering their mischief
in their geography class
~~ 3 ~~
Ten thousand pigeons,
a furious featherstorm—
is there no escape
from the thunder of their wings
calling up clouds at noonday?
~~ 4 ~~
ripened pollen grains
hiding in the flower’s heart—
feast for bee and ant
and every other creature
seeking a treat for the tongue
~~ 5 ~~
pure honey of grace
in the daily quietude
of an empty house—
even the mice are napping
on this torrid afternoon
~~ 6 ~~
old paper, fresh words
torn envelope the canvas
for brushing haiku—
master stumbles out of bed
to fix his dream in black ink

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Indigo Bush (Psorothamnus fremontii) blossoms at twilight, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

blue-blossom seekers
anticipating a feast—
hungry bumblebees

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Within the Temple


within the temple
welcoming the feast of light—
three gaunt souls at dawn
~~ ~~ ~~
within the temple
bones of old saints decompose
crumbling to dust
~~ ~~ ~~
Within the temple
vile things gather to gibber
at the Holy One.

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Palo verde tree, glowing with the last rays of daylight, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

showers of blossoms
reviving weary pilgrims—
springtime’s ample feast

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

true words of wisdom
nourishing the pilgrim soul—
feast without seasons

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Sundown, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

spirits of the wild
rising up to eat the clouds—
this mythical feast

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Carpe Diem: “Spirits of the Wild”