This is the summer of braids and bare feet;
We manage somehow to survive the heat.
Maybe some shifts in the shimmering line
Assure us we’re well, and all will be fine.
Maybe it’s magic, and maybe it’s not,
But suddenly things don’t seem quite so hot.
We look in the mirror, knowing we must,
And find we have enough faith to trust
That whatever comes again we can face
As long as our fingers reach out for grace.
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Yesterday at noon, when I opened my kitchen window, I looked out toward the clothesline, and saw the neighbor’s scruffy cat. “So, you’ve finally decided to wake up,” I said with a laugh. Instead of purring, the cat began snarling at me. It had my full attention! An intimate talk followed, although I will not tell you what was said. That moment stays between the cat and me, and I will hold onto it forever. Meanwhile, I’ve decided to listen. If anything can keep me from seeking the cat’s wisdom again, then I don’t deserve to hear its voice.
Fog envelops me,
yet I keep moving forward
on the unseen way.
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If you can wait for dolphins, you can surely wait for me.
See these embers on my curtains? They will burn, most certainly.
London Bridge is falling down
So let’s go to Chinatown
Wedge yourself a little deeper with elation in the seat;
Benedictions line the courtroom for the ones without deceit.
London Bridge is breaking up
Bitter coffee in your cup
Something horrid shines at twilight in the oak tree in the yard.
Nightfall comes—look, there’s the shining! O this creature’s eyes are hard!
London Bridge is passing by
Even ravens start to cry
There’s nothing like the fury of an ancient prophecy
To make your spirit soar on high, then plummet to the sea.
London Bridge has flown away
Come again another day
Electric lines beside a country road at dawn, Yuma County, Arizona
Indigo Bush (Psorothamnus fremontii), Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
in tangled places
stories tumble line by line
~~ ~~ ~~
Within the shadows great surprises hide.
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from phrases found in A Year in the World by Frances Mayes.
~~ 1 ~~
their morning coffee—
spring, summer, fall, and winter
taking it with cream
~~ 2 ~~
on the balcony
sharing an afternoon drink
fragrant vin rosé
~~ 3 ~~
on an envelope
one thin line of poetry
trailing to the edge
~~ 4 ~~
faded ones from long ago
in her tight right hand
~~ 5 ~~
a votive candle
casting a shadowy spell
in the holy place
~~ 6 ~~
through the spice bazaar
following an old woman
laden with saffron
~~ 7 ~~
open till midnight—
a sign taped to the window
restoring our hope
~~ 8 ~~
on a lamp table
two little stacks of spare change
enough for bus fare
~~ 9 ~~
from her only son
a letter written with flair—
loops and flourishes
~~ 10 ~~
a heap of rubble
where the freeway bridge once stood—
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Saguaro cactus, Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona
life completes circle
at the end of the journey
death draws the last line*
final act of defiance
saguaro pierces the sky
*Haiku by Sara McNulty
Final two lines and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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