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Send Me Silver Messages


Send me silver messages on wings of bees or bats.
Send them to the sad café, where I wear many hats:
Baker, barber, barkeep—even chairman of the board;
Table number three is mine, beside the safety cord.
 
Also in the library, where dancing Buddhas shine,
You may find me barely sober (I’ll be drinking wine).
Remember now, for safety’s sake, parking’s not allowed
Near the curb, or where bad news is breaking to the crowd.
 
If you can make some sense of this, you’re better than I am;
Farewell, dear friends, my journey starts—I’m off to Vietnam!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Filling


Underneath a palace table hungry dogs eat husks and wings;
Even twilight does not daunt them when the regal peacock sings
Songs of anger, songs of yearning, songs of drawing forth a knife—
Runic songs that bid the Presence come as fire to be our wife.
See, she vanquishes injustice! See, she turns things upside down!
Then the fiery Presence fills us, and at last we wear her crown!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Perhaps

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Perhaps a blackbird
has enough strength in its wings
to bring back the clouds.

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Faraway

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In the foreground, an ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona
 


wilderness morning—
how the faraway mountains
tug at the crow’s wings

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Restless

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


seven lost blackbirds—
none of them knows the reason
for their restless wings

 
 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Thunder

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Butterfly gathering nectar at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California

 


the shadows lengthen
a butterfly lifts its wings—
afternoon thunder

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Butterfly

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Butterfly gathering nectar at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California

 
“I hear America singing,” Walt Whitman wrote, “the varied carols I hear.”
 
I too hear singing, but instead of coming from throats of carpenters, masons or boatmen, it comes from sky and star and stone. It comes from weeds and wind and wild things. It comes from crow and cricket and cottonwood. It is the singing of the Desert Southwest, and like the Siren songs that seduced Odysseus and his companions, I cannot ignore it.
 
I hear it as I help a student proofread her essay. I hear it while I confer with a parent about his son’s behavior. I hear it while I am grading papers.
 
At day’s end, I slip into comfortable clothing and walk into the nearby wilderness. The stones and weeds and dust greet me with rejoicing. They knew I would come.

 


the shadows lengthen
a butterfly lifts its wings—
my house is too small

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Lava

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Hardened lava flow, Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument, Northern Arizona
 


When the ravens cry,
lava hardens into stone—
wings fall from the gnat.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Tiny Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
twenty months of drought
the fortitude of pine trees
blackbird’s plaintive song
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
At the nursing home
the moody night shift nurses
wait for the next death.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a broken platter—
crickets jumping at the chance
for dabs of jelly
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
on gossamer wings
mist stealing through the forest—
fragile little bird
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Though your life is brief,
you may take a stone in hand
while you are weeping.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the simple brilliance
of this singular moment—
blue iris blooming
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Spontaneity—
from the dust of wilderness
healing pools arise.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
inevitable—
the birds that followed Jesus
pecking at my eyes
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
in a barren land
no pattering of raindrops—
plethora of light
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
difficult to see
on the dark and stormy way—
stories no one tells
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
first evening shadows
creeping into dead men’s shoes—
blackbird turns to ash
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Migration

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Pool in woodlands near Cache la Poudre River, Fort Collins, Colorado
 
by the shallow pond
reflection drawing northern fowl
a warm sun shimmers*


hiding the stars in their wings
ten thousand migrating geese

*Opening gambit by Joanne Moceri-Taveira of 4JOY
 
Final two lines and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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