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A rare Saturday poem: “Earning; Deserving?”

September 29, 2018 3 comments

I have been working hard in my dreams these nights. Each seems to be a struggle to get something done, to get out of some situation, to find my way through. I wonder if these dreams reflect something I am not doing during my waking hours. I wonder what I have left undone.

This wondering led me to the whole notion of doing, earning, deserving, etc. This concept of deserving is much in the news these days as we watch and wonder about the Kavanaugh nightmare. He seems to believe he has earned his nomination and deserves to be seated on the highest bench in the land. He seems to dismiss any debt that may be weighing him down.

The wondering led to today’s poem. What do any of us deserve in this life? Can we earn our way up and out? We are all privileged beyond all conception of earning or deserving. In Buddhist thought human beings are an exceeding rare opportunity in the cosmos. How can there be any other response to this but gratitude, compassion and love?

Earning; Deserving?

The Mayans say we come into this world
With tremendous debt.
We stand on the bones, the struggles, the sweat
Of all our ancestors through ten-thousand generations.

What have we done to deserve our first breath?
What can we do to earn the next?
To become a conscious being is an enormously rare gift;
There is no wage to earn our way out of this debt.

But there is a currency we can generate to return.
It is not enough, as small as a Widow’s Mite.
It is not quite nothing, yet more than we deserve;
Our coin is our conscious love.

We breathe in gratitude, awed at the magnitude of this debt.
We breathe out love, our two-bit return.
In these moments there is no earning, no deserving.
Love is the only gift we can freely accept and give.

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

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A Haiku and Poem for Equinox and Harvest Moon

September 24, 2018 Leave a comment

Are you feeling it? The energy seems palpable during this high Sun/Moon interaction. On Saturday we went through the balance point, sun aligned with the equator on its journey to the south announcing the shortening of days and our slow waltz toward winter here in the north. Today we approach the Harvest Full Moon, the sun aligned in opposition to the moon, reflecting as much sunlight through the night as we ever receive.

In honor of this celestial near-Earth closely linked events I wrote a haiku for the equinox and a poem for today’s full moon:

Equinox Haiku

Balance, a still point,
Equal parts of day and night—
Pure potential breathes.

Moon Mirroring

Tides run a little higher, lower;
Blood flows, passion grows, heat rises:
Moon mirroring sun in its fullness
Awakens life to its high potential.

Cycles in cycles, the microcosmic orbit
Mirroring the macrocosm
As the toroidal Universe gently turns
Through its billions years grace.

The smallest particle spins into a wave
Echoing the tide propelled by sun and moon.
The greatest cosmic orchestra tunes
To the One Note as the dancers turn;

The choreography is perfection, every
Move in exact harmony with every part.
The hologram from smallest to totality
Alive, mirrored in the Mind of God.

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

Can We Afford Peace? (A Musing on 9/11)

September 11, 2018 Leave a comment

Today I’m going to let this poem speak for itself.

Can We Afford Peace?
(A Musing on 9/11)

Remember the day the towers came down,
A glancing blow on the Potomac,
A plowed field in Pennsylvania.
Remember – Another “day of infamy.”

We memorialize this day each year
To burn the images, the losses, the audacity
A little deeper in the Soul of America.
We stir and restir the anger, the hate,

The fear of the other, brown people, Islam.
But do we remember to forgive?
Our sovereignty was attacked on 9/11;
Innocent trust in invincibility lost.

There is no sovereignty without forgiveness.
It is a hollow fate carved out by hate.
But we remember and stir to keep
The embers of revenge alive.

There is too much profit in war, revenge;
Too much profit for the powers:
We can’t afford peace. Forgiveness?
It may lead to peace – and loss!

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.