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Haibun: Sacred Grove


I walk barefoot on the gravel path, ignoring the pain. My pulse quickens, my blood runs hot. I feel as though I could float, or leap for joy. I’m going to visit my old friend the ginkgo. To shave off time, and arrive sooner, I double my speed. Now I see the ginkgo, framed as always by two recumbent Buddhas. From one of the Buddhas, a startled dove takes flight. On the head of the other, a monstrous crow grins, and plucks a passing insect from the air. I stand in the sacred grove where mystery abounds. All is well.
 

Urged on by the wind,
a little girl’s dragon kite
circles round the sun.


 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Say Yes


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.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #272
 
More Writers’ Pantry #26 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Three Tiny Tales

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a wounded dolphin
trying to swim to safety—
the wound proves fatal
 
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on a parade float
the faintest glimmer of light
from a yellow rose
 
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impartial jury—
the prisoner’s only hope
for clearing his name

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Dolphin”
 
More Haiku Horizons: “Float”
 
More A Week for Writing: “Hope”
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Fatal, Glimmer, Impartial”