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A Friday Poem: My Prayer

October 16, 2020 Leave a comment

A few weeks ago I enjoyed several offerings by the Shift Network during their Global Summit. One of the most profound talks was by Andrew Harvey, a “modern mystic” for our times. His talk was an impassioned call to address the five crises humanity faces, and the five responses that are required to bring about a new paradigm for our survival on the planet.

I’ve been working on my responses. One of them is a prayer to bring about the new paradigm, the new way for humans to evolve and thrive on Mother Earth, a New Vision for Humanity. Here is my prayer:

My Prayer

Sitting in the midst of chaos,
Anger bubbling beneath the waves,
I practice: Forgiveness!

Wondering at the edge of time,
Anxiety rising to the surface,
I practice: Patience!

Feeling the loss of all that’s dear,
Grief hanging heavy all around,
I practice: Praise!

Witnessing the suffering everywhere,
Greed holding power in the world,
I practice: Compassion!

Knowing humanity is evolving now, with
Ignorance still shading the light,
I practice: Wisdom!

Realizing there is a greater good at work,
Trust breaking through to ignite souls,
I practice: Gratitude!

Awakening to a New World together,
Love shattering these old patterns,
I practice: Love!

 

 

 

©2020 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A mid-week poem: Falling

October 6, 2020 1 comment

I have been absent from this blog for too long. I’ve missed the writing. I still write my “morning pages” almost every day but the poetry isn’t coming; lots of titles and ideas but little inspiration. There is so much chaos out there right now; it’s difficult to make sense of it!

So, I am falling!

Falling

Equinox behind, beyond balance,
Nights grow longer, shadows deepen.

Already inside, isolating, avoiding;
The waiting for darkness somehow soothes.

Breathing slows, drops, lengthens;
Eyes close, focus softens, turns inward.

An easy scan, toes to nose, body subsiding;
This is an inside job now; just breathe, be.

The falling isn’t downward but inward,
Into that core of self, being.

The gyro at the base of that core spins;
It stabilizes giving the body purpose.

Rest, be easy, let in the light;
No shadow here, on the inside.

 

 

 

©2020 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.