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Release the Horses


Release the horses into the deep,
Water the foxes until they sleep.
 
Necks of the foxes? Smell them with fear!
Horses’ hooves pounding? Get out of here!
 
Things that you’ve owned? Not destined to stay!
Things that you cherish? Fading away!
 
Sending this quickly, only one time—
May you find truth somewhere in this rhyme.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Horses

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On a hot day horses seek shade under a leafless tree in San Diego County, California.
 
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Seeking Sugar

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~~ 1 ~~
 
last year’s ornaments
still shining in their splendor
for a few more hours—
a luxury to see them
among the pots and kettles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Where do they come from,
these poems at break of day,
wild as mists rising
high above the balcony?
Even ravens flap away.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
brown wicker hampers
with dirty clothes poking out
spilling to the floor—
you’ve seen them in apartments
where the water’s been shut off
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Behind closed windows
someone is brewing coffee—
a curtain flutters
and dancing daydreams scatter
like a flock of frightened hens.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Even coming twice
the horses seeking sugar
do not get enough
to satisfy their hunger—
they press against the railing.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Whose old singing voice
nestles in the empty pot
in front of the redbrick wall?

 
Tanka and haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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In the Soul’s Pasture

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~~ 1 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
three dappled horses grazing
on errant starfire
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a signal from the horses
that smoke will follow
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a rose of hope is blooming,
nourished by God’s grace.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a plant of boundless mercy—
food for hungry ones
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
the dismal and forsaken
find themselves again.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
tiny, meandering streams
quench the pilgrim’s thirst.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
bombs and bullets melt away—
plowshares take their place.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a spot where tumbleweeds thrive
threatening to spread
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a ball of mud is lying
mid the sweet grasses.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
although some locks are rusted,
others turn with ease.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
three pilgrims thrust and parry
with their wooden swords.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
somewhere near the edge of time,
pipers play a dirge.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Another Whirl with Basho

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Each haiku or senryu begins with a phrase culled from Basho: The Complete Haiku.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
upstream and downstream
the dismal washerwomen
beating clothes on stones
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the tide’s salty crests
signal an end to summer
and my discontent
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
whose old singing voice
moves into the empty spot
where the oak once stood
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
those who like to drink
rose-petal tea at twilight
sipping at their prayers
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
gotten by praying
to the goddess of bullets
an untimely death
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
from an unknown tree
at the edge of the forest
the cry of water
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
even coming twice
the horses seeking sugar
do not get enough
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a bamboo thicket
where no other plant can thrive
rictus of the moon
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
without rain or snow
the empty meandering
of mountain streambeds
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
year-end housecleaning
even the locks on my doors
deserve to be brushed
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the cicada’s voice
curls into a tiny ball
just before sunrise
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
from all directions
my foes thrust their spears at me
shafts of pampas grass

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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