This is an Easter story, a Passover story, an anytime-you-need-to-practice-gratitude story. Once upon a time there was a butterfly who had no wings. She could not fly from here to there, but had to wait for the wind to shake her loose from one flower and carry her to the next. One night she had a dream: She was transformed! She had wings! And the best part? She woke from her dream to find that it was true! She could fly on her own from blossom to blossom! She began to breathe a prayer: “Spirit of wonder! Spirit of love! Thank you for my new life. I will cherish every moment of it, even when my wings become faded and tattered.”
Why are you waiting?
The road your grandmothers walked
is calling your name.
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Bleak is the stable and frosty the hay;
The old shepherd’s moaning, “Please go away!
Give me some quiet, for that would be bliss;
Messes annoy me—just look at all this!
Some other farmhand should milk the brown cow,
While I feed the lambs, the calves, and the sow.
Yes, I know my part, I know it right well:
Work is my worship, despite the rank smell.”
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Indigo Bush (Psorothamnus fremontii), Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Between leaf and twig
there can be no compromise—
each plays its own part.
Poem © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona
a name carved in stone
only part of the story—
listening for more
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
bright edge of morning
where rainbow colors balance—
two crows miss their part
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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