Say yes to everything:
the moldy bread, the empty kettle, the dying fire;
yes to the anvil on which your life was forged;
yes to what you have wanted, but not gotten;
yes to what you have waited for, but not seen;
yes to the tattered edges of your cloak,
and your belly bloated with hunger,
while swallows feast on insects near the temple gates.
To everything say yes.
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I choke on soot, my homeland shudders;
“Is God asleep?” the prophet mutters.
With fire on my tongue, how brave can I be?
Braver than ships exploring the sea?
Mine are the questions that no one answers;
At half past midnight, I join the dancers.
With reverence and gratitude I pause—
The white wolf takes me gently in his jaws.
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Daylight, and the drunk man falls forward on his face;
He lacks a map to guide him to a better place.
Sometimes a hearth that’s spacious holds only hints of fire—
Little coals that soon grow cold like everyone’s desire.
Anywhere is nowhere when money creeps inside;
Beware when words become a place for your lies to hide.
Poems © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The year’s first acne—
a pimple on her forehead
glows as though on fire.
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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A mural on a house in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
When I was a girl
I wanted to be someone’s wife,
washing his dirty clothes,
then hanging them out to dry
on leafless bamboo poles.
But the day I saw a blackbird
in the backyard bath,
its eyes aflame with fire,
I felt within my skin a stirring
to make paintings
envied by both monk and nun.
Now masked, with brush in hand,
I steal out every night
to splash the darkened city walls
with light, and then more light.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Castoffs from the sea, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
Sunset over Zacatecas, México
~~ 1 ~~
in the next canyon,
a spacious place for camping—
where tired wanderers bed down
covering themselves with stars
~~ 2 ~~
on the granite floor
rivers of fresh blood flowing
from the killing spree—
scene of hell and damnation
the keening of the bereaved
~~ 3 ~~
the caressing warmth
of a single tear flowing
down her furrowed cheek—
the fire of her memories
thawing the ice within her
~~ 4 ~~
their kayak beached for the night
enough for an all-night fire
half for warmth and half for fun
~~ 5 ~~
black cat dips one paw
into circles of sunshine
on the kitchen floor
pretending that a mouse feast
is simmering in the warmth
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Beavertail Cactus (Opuntia basilaris) in bloom, April 2015, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
fire on the mountain—
perhaps a holy presence
making itself known
~~ ~~ ~~
holy the presence
~~ ~~ ~~
among the flames
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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