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Is God Asleep


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I choke on soot, my homeland shudders;
“Is God asleep?” the prophet mutters.
 
 
2
With fire on my tongue, how brave can I be?
Braver than ships exploring the sea?
 
 
3
Mine are the questions that no one answers;
At half past midnight, I join the dancers.
 
 
4
With reverence and gratitude I pause—
The white wolf takes me gently in his jaws.

 

Couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Praise the Lord: A Haibun


This is my morning ritual, taught to me by the elders—women I met on holy ground. Turning to the east, I place a poem on my tongue, as though it were a communion wafer. Like the wafer melting in a faithful person’s mouth, I know the poem on my tongue will die if I do not sing it aloud, whether anybody hears it or not. So I sing: “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” Five times I sing the ancient words. And after the fifth time I laugh, for things all round me have joined the song: chickadees and caterpillars; butterflies and blacksnakes; mosquitos, mergansers, and marigolds. Everything with breath is praising the Lord. And the song is glorious.


Unexpected rain—
the old stone Buddha’s broad lap
now holds an ocean.

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Weird Little Tales


winter afternoon—
a rich layer of new snow
blanketing the earth
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In weary silence
she gazes into the flames,
seeking an omen.
 
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nothing fancier
than her cream-colored straw hat
with its pink ribbon
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
A wooden clothespin—
she touches it to her tongue
and then to her palms.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Over her shoulder
she tosses a tangerine,
hoping for good luck.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Spiteful old women
hurl curses at their husbands
for small transgressions.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Through a small window
she sees the plural of goose
landing on the pond.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
A life for herself—
no more peeling potatoes,
she thinks with a sigh.

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Tranquil

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Autumn afternoon, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
  


Tranquil afternoon—
a lizard’s flickering tongue
shatters the silence.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Peace

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Evening descends on mountains near Ajo, Arizona.
 


Crow on the mountain,
must you shatter evening’s peace
with your wagging tongue?

  
Photo and haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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April

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An artist’s rendition of a motorcycle on a wall in Ajo, Arizona
 
 
April is the cruellest month… (T.S. Eliot)
 


  
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first week of April—
erasing from memory
my distant homeland
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
First week of April—
sorrow swallows my spirit,
keening shreds my tongue.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
First week of April—
a cry stays stuck in my throat,
a cry of despair.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
First week of April—
as the wrens and robins sing,
I claw at my eyes.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
first week of April—
crawling back from despair’s brink
one song at a time
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Stalwart

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Garden guardian, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


stalwart garden frog
waiting for tasty morsels
to tingle his tongue

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Ash

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Fading ocotillo blossoms, April 2016, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


On a lizard’s tongue
the fading scarlet blossoms
turn to dust and ash.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Frog

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Garden guardian, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


frog in the garden
waiting for tasty morsels
to tingle his tongue

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Coaxing

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Wildflowers at daybreak, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


coaxing new music
from the tiniest blossoms—
an old shaman’s tongue

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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