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Gathering
Agave in bloom, April 2016, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
gathering wisdom
from sky and lizard and stone—
agave blossoms
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Another Whirl with Solomon
Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.
~~ 1 ~~
the singing of birds
gathering worms for their chicks
in the hidden nests
~~ 2 ~~
the rain is over
for seven years and a day—
empty husks rattle
~~ 3 ~~
upon the mountains
a rich harvest of pollen
from the cedar trees
~~ 4 ~~
voice of the turtle
bent and broken with sorrow
as it plods along
~~ 5 ~~
the little foxes
able to fend for themselves
but choosing not to
~~ 6 ~~
the winter is past—
a breeze rising from the south
coaxes seeds to sprout
~~ 7 ~~
shadows flee away
leaving darkness in their wake
on the barren plain
~~ 8 ~~
among the lilies
scattered patches of hoarfrost—
summer comes too soon
~~ 9 ~~
among the lilies
the skin of an animal
taken by surprise
~~ 10 ~~
the secret places—
how alluring their splendor
to famished spirits
~~ 11 ~~
the banqueting house
where secular debates rage
over cups of wine
~~ 12 ~~
lily among thorns—
to all who gaze upon it,
enchanting its ways
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Dew
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
in my broken bowl
gathering droplets of dew
morning by morning
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Single Pancake
This week’s words: habits, create, however, virtue, regard, gap, cycle, undoing, lessen, choice, gathering, suffering
The first line of each 5-7-5 snippet is taken from “My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop” by Naomi Shihab Nye.
~~ 1 ~~
When he found one note,
he knew that he could create
something of beauty.
One note that rang true
detailed years of suffering
in the old country.
He sang it over
and over to the children
gathering round him.
In the old country
the cycle of poverty—
how endless it was!
For an immigrant
the choice is not always clear:
go home or stay here.
How I love this place!
However many its faults,
it is now my home.
He never became
the undoing of others,
only of himself.
~~ 2 ~~
I cannot tell you
the way to lessen your pain—
you already know.
~~ 3 ~~
It would be peaceful
to live near Cumberland Gap
in a log cabin.
~~ 4 ~~
My heart has settled
on three habits to abjure,
and perhaps a fourth.
~~ 5 ~~
The single pancake
has no regard for virtue
other than its own.
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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