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An old King James Version Bible, open to James 1:22-24
 


her open Bible—
getting together again
with words that instruct

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Books

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A boulder surrounded by birdsong in a remote location, Apache County, Arizona
 


Some books I found in passing
Contained disturbing words:
The end is near, they seemed to say,
Pay heed to stones and birds;
 
For in this warming climate,
Where things are changing fast,
Not even stones and blackbirds
Have stamina to last.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Six for Sunday

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Unusually early blossoms on a palo verde tree, November 2016, Yuma County, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
words to nourish me
on this November morning—
a poem by Keats
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
Sing, little sparrow!
How could I despise your voice
this frosty morning?
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
This frosty morning
I am dumb before the wren
and its trills of grief.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Without any means
to support itself, the wren
enriches my life.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
noise at the corner—
a thousand hungry blackbirds
clamoring for crumbs
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
joyful not plaintive—
the voice of the old woman
at her husband’s grave

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Footbridge

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Footbridge, Santa Rosa Plateau Ecological Preserve, Riverside County, California
 


a scrap of paper—
scribbling some words as she walks
across the footbridge

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Tokens of the Way

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~~ 1 ~~
 
Rocking in her chair,
the wizened grandmother
dreams of growing tall.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
each Sunday morning
stirring the pancake batter
with a wooden spoon
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Halfway to nowhere,
while longing to be somewhere,
she loses her map.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
needing words of grace
to sustain her famished soul—
bread is not enough
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
on a rock alone
daughter of the sea lion
fending off suitors
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
sipping from the glass
while slapping at mosquitoes—
sloshes of whisky
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the seams of her dress
unthreading in the brilliance
from a thousand suns
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
crisp October air—
she hikes the mountain pathway
breathing clouds of frost
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
shattered glass and thorns—
beneath her feet these tokens
of the way to come

 
Haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling On

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Each haiku begins with a Wordle word.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Maybe a raven
knows more about nasturtiums
than ever I will.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
miles beyond this place
thirty or forty or more
a ruined garden
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
words lost long ago
under bison bones bleaching
on Kansas prairies
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
scorch marks on his shirt—
first signs of her defiance
of his tyranny
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
chime and tambourine
and incense in the temple—
bridges between worlds
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
trite conversation
over day-old glazed doughnuts
at the sad café
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
spell of cold weather—
taking out of the closet
her wool kimono
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
land covered with snow—
corn hidden from hungry geese
and foraging mice
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
spirit of the quilt
wrapping her in dreams of peace
though she sleeps alone
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
aim of the hunter
sighting a mandarin duck—
how his bow trembles
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
mind of the pilgrim
distracted by the bedbugs
in the wayside inn
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
sign of good fortune
the year’s first calligraphy
brushed in crimson ink

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Beyond

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Indigo bush at sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


What the trees whisper
in a language beyond words
no mere tongue can tell.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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One More Whirl with Basho

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Each haiku or senryu begins with a phrase culled from Basho: The Complete Haiku.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the lingering moon
tests my patience this evening—
my room is too small
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in a rice paddy
your words coming to fullness
with the harvest moon
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
fading temple bell
the seeker’s anxiety
slips into silence
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the smell of young grass
untainted by blood and gore
this April morning
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
four gates and four sects
one of them the hospital
at the ocean’s edge
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
to the wooden clogs
in the center of the court
setting up a shrine
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
still served with flowers
rosettes of orange Jell-O
blooming in my bowl
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
how pleasurable
holding three words on my tongue
until they mingle
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the lay-monk’s thinness—
we know he won’t be with us
after the first frost
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
snow-covered mountains
sharing a meal together
fifty miles away
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
first wintry shower—
fluff from shattered milkweed pods
drifting from the north
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
an early winter
beggars pester passersby
for a few spare coins

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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How Many Badgers

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How many badgers are wise enough to thrive on city streets?
Can things that hum and swarm in the forest live without tasting blood?
Are there passions storming the heart’s dark corners that no one dares mention?
It is enough, child, to believe in the magic of unicorns.
It is enough, old man, to walk through the desert at night, singing to the stars.
 
 
How will the bat that hangs in the belfry elude the tolling bell?
How will the creature with no legs jump to safety when the owl drops from the sky?
How can Jesus calm the surging sea with words when he has no tongue?
It is enough, child, while I am with you, to keep hunting the elusive unicorn.
It is enough, old man, to sing every night to the stars.

 

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Nourishing

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


true words of wisdom
nourishing the pilgrim soul—
feast without seasons

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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