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A “feel good” poem for Tuesday: “Feel the Words”

December 18, 2018 3 comments

I wrote this yesterday, to share with Zane, as we head into the last week before Christmas. I still have a long list to prepare for the “big day” but I’m staying calm, breathing through the tasks and stopping to enjoy the process rather than race from project to project to “get it all done.”

My wish for you is to feel good these holidays, good about yourself, good about your achievements and good about all the words you read, including these:

Feel the Words

Reading words is a marvelous sensation;
They send meaning through their symbols,
Like: “the too cool fool likes to bend rules.”
Look at the flow of that phrase – sensational!

But can you feel the words of that line?
So round and smooth, oozing languor
With their breathiness through oo’d lips
And the shapes shift with that bend at the end.

Hearing words can be music to the ear;
They sooth and coo softly tickling cavities,
Prime rhymes make time for the inner drums
Softly vibrating, creating meaning in their tones.

The ears feel the words whispering through
The open channels piping directly to mind.
Each line finds a kind beat sending
A complete sense of wonder and wholeness.

Tasting words may seem an unusual thought;
The tongue gyrates, the throat vibrates
Creating the round sound conveying profound
Or simple notions from the poet’s mind.

The mouth feels the words echoing
The salty sweet sour spiciness,
Even sometimes bitterness in sharp contrast
To the long lasting repast of a full life.

 

 

 

©2018, Richard W. Bredeson, all rights reserved.

A Poem to Celebrate the coming: “Winter Solstice”

December 13, 2018 Leave a comment

While many say “Jesus is the reason for the season” it was a season long before Jesus hit the scene. As with all of the Church holy days they are mapped onto ancient observations that may go back 100 thousand years or more.

I love the Winter Solstice for many reasons, but mostly for the return of the Sun (or Son if you will). After the three days around Solstice the Sun will rise again and begin the long climb to Summer Solstice.

Rosemary and I celebrate the Solstice as part of our Holidays. Happy Holidays to all, whatever and however you celebrate.

Winter Solstice

They say we are on a spiral journey;
We spin on the Mother,
Spinning around the Father,
Spinning at the edge of the Milky Way,
Wheeling through the fringe of the Verse.

The effects of this swirling seem small:
Summer Solstice spins through Fall
And on to deepening Winter as
Light recedes in lowering sky
And Spirit draws nigh offering Love.

The cycle is grounded in Mother’s core,
Energy following graceful traces of
Magnetic forces, lifting consciousness
Along soft grooves of innocence,
Natural paths for expanding vision.

Spiraling consciousness follows
These graceful lines of attracting energy,
Mapping courses for the transformations
Forever carrying us higher,
But never far away.

Earth bound and sky happy we rise
Ever seeking, always believing
There is more, we are more.
The season reminds the reason
We spiral on, lifting gradually.

We stretch our plastic minds,
Resisting brittle breakage
On our destined way.
Each turn reveals more, creates new
Perspectives, bigger dreams, exposing
Even so, the next turn.

Solstice deep to Solstice high
We spiral from choice to choice
Knowing the journey, seeing
Transformations from new heights
Learning more with every turn.

 

 

 

©2018, Richard W. Bredeson, all rights reserved.

Monday’s Poem: “Buddha Bells”

December 3, 2018 Leave a comment

I am working with Dr. Joe Dispenza’s material and meditations every day to continue my journey to myself. One of the tools Dr. Joe offers is to catch yourself when you fall into a habit you are working to change, come present and then say “stop” or “change” to yourself to break the behavior, thought and emotion associated with the habit. This technique really works and strengthens awareness in every moment – a goal of my journey.

I’ve added my own twist to this, imagining I hear a Buddha Bell when I catch myself, bringing me back to the present moment to breathe in gratitude and breathe out love. Here’s what I mean:

Buddha Bells

The Buddha Bell calls,
Reminding: return,
Come present to the breath,
Gratitude and Love.

Irritation flares,
A Buddha Bell there,
Calling back to breath,
Gratitude and Love.

Lack enters mind,
A Buddha Bell finds
The breath is still there,
Gratitude and Love.

The Han sounds: thwoc, thwoc!
Awakening: go back,
The Zendo calls home,
Gratitude and Love.

Bija Mantra sings,
A Buddha Bell rings,
Present moment calls,
Gratitude and Love.

 

 

 

©2018, Richard W. Bredeson, all rights reserved.

PS: Zane and I are exchanging poems every day as a seed for our initial WorldPoetsClub “wordshops” enterprise. Watch for some things we are collaborating on, including a collaborative collection of our work. I’ll announce coming attractions here, so stay tuned, especially all you poets out there!