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We Strained the Honey


We strained the honey, it flows like light
On our bread’s darkness; we take a bite,
Lost in the glorious mystery
Of wilding sweetness that sets us free.
 
How precious to set aside our shrugs
Of unbelief and squash them like bugs!
Minds that are closed can open anew;
Eat of our bread now—we break it for you.

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #285
 
More Writers’ Pantry #39 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Ripened

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Seed pods on a Palo Verde Tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


more precious than pearls
ten thousand ripened seed pods
all the hungry come

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Pearls”
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon