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You Were Meant to Fly


You open the kitchen door, Mother,
and slip into the woods
after supper.
There is no trail to follow,
but you do not worry;
swarms of stars
wait to greet you
and show you the way.
 
You leave your valuables behind;
masked strangers can have them,
and you will not moan over your losses.
You know you’ll get what you need for
your journey at just the right time.
 
You were meant to fly—
the stars will deal gently with you.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
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Seven Tangerines

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seven tangerines
thriving in a barren land
holy wisdom’s fruit
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
seven tangerines—
intense their sweet aroma
in this twilit hour
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
seven tangerines—
their fragrance soothing worry
and allaying fear

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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