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The Art of Dying: A Haibun


One day I will practice the art of dying. Darkness will gain the upper hand. No one will ring mournful bells from the church spire to announce my passing. While feuds and wars continue on Earth, I will be at peace, having slipped away into a wild and wonderful place. No more false living for me!

Tattered butterfly,
tell me again the reason
nothing stays the same.

 
  

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Let Us Decorate in Silence


Let us decorate in silence
While the wind chimes ring with glee;
Let us warm ourselves with whisky
Splashed in steaming cups of tea.
 
It is plain our house needs something
To revive its heart and soul;
Let us lift a glass in hope, dear,
Nibbling cake and jelly roll.
 
Far too long we’ve had too little
And our home has had no heat;
Let us eat some peanut brittle,
Then our joy will be complete.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Fertility

Resized Earth Mother photo IMG_3943_zps99a00343.jpg
Earth Mother garden feature, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


season by season
earth mother calling forth fruit—
fertility’s ring

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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