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Weird Couplets for Ending the Year


Reasonable weather will come, and it will go.
Why weather does the things it does, who can ever know?
 
  
What’s the point of running when running’s such a pain?
By running from your problems, what do you hope to gain?
 
  
A newborn calf and camel are nuzzling the same cow.
Despite its humpy little back the desert beast knows how.
 
  
A legion of angels, if I should insist,
Will stay by my side until they’re dismissed.
 
  
I have no interest, darling, in dragging out this year.
It’s almost gone—good riddance! Do I make that clear?

 
  

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Sticking

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Cholla cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


not even a scream
can dislodge desert shadows—
a fine sticking point

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Symmetry

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Strawberry cactus (Mammillaria dioica), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


one point, then the next
strawberry cactus blossoms
fragrant symmetry

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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This, That, and the Other

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~~ 1 ~~
 
potter’s field at dusk
weed husks rattle in the wind—
sound of passing spring
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Did the Buddha laugh
as he lost himself in bliss
underneath the tree?
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
old men aspiring
to make one last pilgrimage—
voice of the donkey
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
From beneath a tree
Buddha rises with the sun—
sparrows call his name.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
For personal use
you need one small point of light
to pierce the darkness.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
too many late nights—
insatiable appetite
for silence and wine
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Why is the prophet
flaunting flamboyant blue robes
this day of mourning?
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in Jethro’s garden
jumbled among the roses
jewelweed in bloom
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
The potato fields
never disclose their secrets
to the corn and beans.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
seductive side roads—
a major irritation
on the long journey
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
garlands of flowers
to signal weary pilgrims
that they have arrived
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Easily they tire,
those who have no stamina,
on the narrow way.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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