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The Cat’s Wisdom: A Haibun of Imagination


Yesterday at noon, when I opened my kitchen window, I looked out toward the clothesline, and saw the neighbor’s scruffy cat. “So, you’ve finally decided to wake up,” I said with a laugh. Instead of purring, the cat began snarling at me. It had my full attention! An intimate talk followed, although I will not tell you what was said. That moment stays between the cat and me, and I will hold onto it forever. Meanwhile, I’ve decided to listen. If anything can keep me from seeking the cat’s wisdom again, then I don’t deserve to hear its voice.


Fog envelops me,
yet I keep moving forward
on the unseen way.

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Winter Afternoon

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A splintered tree on a winter’s day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
all his broken promises
come back to haunt her.
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
her resistance to the cold
is growing weaker.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
hearing the forecast with doubt
and great suspicion
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
that clown of a weatherman
talks only in lies.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
her defiance of the cold
weakens by the hour.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
something in her soul demands
a bold new action.
  
~~ 7 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
unafraid of the wind chill
she ventures outdoors,
embraced by the great white void
that erases her footsteps.

 
Haiku and tanka © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Tattered Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
discarded boxes
sheltering homeless people
down by the river
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
journey into night—
your heart at the beginning
fluttering wildly
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
In a perfect world
there would be no mosquitoes,
neither rats nor lice.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
an autumn morning—
walking a misty pathway
wet leaves underfoot
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Everything depends
on rain, a red wheelbarrow
and some white chickens.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a long journey to
nowhere in particular
and then back again
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Beyond the back fence
a world I have never seen
is waiting for me.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a short siesta
in the silence of her room—
insomniac’s dream
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
coffee for the guests
pouring again and again
until the last drop
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
rainy afternoon—
finding a place of refuge
in the library
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
finding a table
where we can talk till midnight
nursing our whisky
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
summer afternoon
the head of one sunflower
drooping toward the earth

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Christmas with Ted

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Each tiny poem begins with a phrase taken from “Christmas Mail” by Ted Kooser.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the plaintive bleating
of a thousand frightened sheep
after shepherds flee
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
into the distance
always following the star—
resolute Magi
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Wise men, the donkeys
with their sure feet and keen eyes
will guide your camels.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clopping of camels
how they perform their slow dance
for the manger child
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Who chews and muses
after the right choice of hay?
Mary, do you know?
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
shuffle of sandals—
small talk before the manger,
the mother, and child
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
deep in the shadows
trembling at the presence
unwashed shepherds sweat
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
cup white as a star
no snag in the smooth surface—
she sips her latte
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
her Styrofoam cup—
as long as she clutches it,
no need to panic
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
perched on the dashboard
to help drivers in distress—
good St. Anthony
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
hint of hazelnut
in her vanilla latte—
hoping for a high
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
then a touch of myrrh
to burn the tip of her tongue
with mortality

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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