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You Were Meant to Fly
You open the kitchen door, Mother,
and slip into the woods
after supper.
There is no trail to follow,
but you do not worry;
swarms of stars
wait to greet you
and show you the way.
You leave your valuables behind;
masked strangers can have them,
and you will not moan over your losses.
You know you’ll get what you need for
your journey at just the right time.
You were meant to fly—
the stars will deal gently with you.
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Snuggling
Palo verde tree at daybreak, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
the low moan of notes
coaxing light to come again—
Kokopelli’s flute
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
a handful of stars
snuggling into the treetop
for a long day’s nap
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Daybreak
Daybreak, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
the low moan of notes
coaxing light to come again—
Kokopelli’s flute
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Kokopelli’s Flute
Palo verde tree at daybreak, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
the low moan of notes
coaxing light to come again—
Kokopelli’s flute
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Sitar Player’s Encore
The sitar player,
to amplify her music,
strikes galactic notes.
~~ ~~ ~~
The sitar player
has no words to criticize
even her weak notes.
~~ ~~ ~~
Hear the sitar moan
from the distant galaxy,
sounding bleak, forlorn.
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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