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Water or Chardonnay: A Weird Little Haibun


When the choice of drink is water or chardonnay, I usually take water. I don’t want to end up in some faraway place, sleeping under a bridge, and wonder how I got there. Nobody’s going to rescue me from my own stupidity. If someone asks why I prefer to eat by candlelight, I say, “It’s fine to dine in the dark, but the last time I tried that, I nearly ate my finger, mistaking it for a French fry. Don’t you think it’s important to be safe rather than sorry?”


Yellow butterfly,
will you meet me on the path
to the mountaintop?

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Pilgrims Awhirl

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~~ 1 ~~
 
her knitting needles
ticking out a little tune
on the sweater neck
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a small hymn of praise
too small for mice to measure
except crumb by crumb
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
crimson kimono
worn by her erstwhile patron
now a tattered rag
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
even in the heat
the urge to spend consumes her
emptying her purse
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
inns along the road
tables spread with bread and wine
hungry pilgrims, come
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the path before her
uncertainty and raven
her sole companions
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the arduous trek
a cloud guiding her footsteps
to her journey’s end
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
setting out alone
in a tattered state of grace
for her odyssey
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
prowling holy ground
looking for the host to come
with some bread and wine
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a sacred story
told by day and dreamed by night—
the pilgrims’ footsteps
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
fifth year on the road
still hoping for a rescue
from the stones and snares
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
votive offering
a race to see who gives it
to the holy one

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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