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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.

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A Poem for Friday: Levels

July 20, 2018 Leave a comment

I’ve been quiet for a while celebrating birthdays, entertaining visiting kids and grandkids from the west coast, basically enjoying life and reading a lot of good books. Just for grins here is my summer reading list:

“You are the Placebo, making your mind matter” by Dr. Joe Dispenza
“The Cosmic Hologram, In-formation at the Center of Creation” by Jude Currivan, Ph.D.
“Democracy in Chains, The Deep History of the Radical Right’s Stealth Plan for America” by Nancy MacLean
“Custodians, Beyond Abduction” by Dolores Cannon

So, to a degree, I have been steeped in this mysterious world of Quantum Physics and the weird notions some would consider beyond belief. It’s a fun world, and nice to escape into; meditating on emptiness is a much better place to be than the crazy, uncertain political world in which we find ourselves this week!

Levels

At the quantum level
There is nothing,
Then there is something,
Then nothing, emptiness:
Reality Flashing in and out,
There then not.

At the atomic level
There is probability:
Matter is probably there;
We can see it, touch it,
Smell, taste, hear it.
Observation pins it.

At the DNA level
Quanta and atoms form
Base-pairs, form strands,
Double helix twists that
Probably exist to perform
Their replicating functions.

At the cellular level
DNA housed in chromosomes
Spin off proteins in hundreds
Of thousands of transactions
Per second, sustaining life,
Fitting neatly into the body matrix.

At the body level
The matrix of cells
Live, breathe, beat, die
On an unimaginable scale
Of numbers and transactions
Numbing the mind to unconsciousness.

At the consciousness level
We can imagine all these levels
Humming, spinning, winking
In and out of existence, all
Across the Universe in no
Space-Time, sustained only by love!

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

Wednesday’s Poem: Is this the End?

June 20, 2018 Leave a comment

I’ll warn you up front this is not a happy poem. I have been paying close attention to the atrocity unfolding on our Southern border. I have written about it, meditated on it, asked for guidance, asked what is mine to do in this awful circumstance that is the most extreme action yet taken by a lawless president and administration. I have come to no easy answers. I have found no comfort. I ended my recent meditation with a simple prayer, the only one that is coming to me now: “Lord have mercy; Christ have mercy!”

Is this the End?

The whimper of a child stolen from her parents
May signal the beginning of the end
Of the grand experiment of democracy
Begun on this continent a turn of Pluto ago.

It has always been a fragile undertaking
Built on a shaky foundation by ridding
The land of a native “vermin” infestation
And using the labor of stolen slaves.

Years of wars: civil, world, conflicts of containment,
All justified in the name of god, another name for greed;
Cruelty, torture civilian casualties – “collateral damage”
Cascading out of control; shame.

Is this the end? A pathetic one it is:
Children used as pawns by a tyrant king
To achieve his infantile ways, his means to an end.
Our means to our end? Christ have mercy!

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

Monday poem: The Jesus Factor

June 18, 2018 Leave a comment

On Saturday Rosemary and I attended a workshop with Anümani SantosUnmasking the Alchemist within You. This was the fourth workshop we’ve done with her; it was great!

One of the opening elements of all Anümani workshops is drawing one of her cards that she has painted. They are all amazing. And I have drawn “A Portrait of Jesus” now twice, including yesterday. Why me? My first reaction a couple of months ago was resistance. I struggle with my “religion of origin.” Years ago I saw a bumper sticker on a colleague’s car: “The Christian Right is Neither”! This has stuck with me and sums up my attitude toward organized religions of most kinds, especially what Christianity has become.

So, why am I drawing this Portrait of Jesus? I believe it is a reminder that while the message of Jesus as been distorted and usurped by an ideological faction that has an anti-Christ, anti-love agenda, the basic original message is still worthy. I am reminded to refrain from throwing the baby Jesus out with the dirty bath water. I’m working on this; it will take some deep work. It won’t be easy or fast. But I am committing to review my attitude toward Jesus. After all it is  not His fault his name as been taken and used in vain!

Here is my first attempt at doing the inner work:

The Jesus Factor

In His name we pray!
How often do we hear this;
Do we now fear this?
What is it they pray?

“Obey the law” writes Paul –
To the Romans! Political Paul.
And the first law is Love says Jesus.
Who do they really follow?

His name is now taken in vain
By those who proclaim him Lord.
Misquotes, misinterpretations, outright wrongs
Are stated as Christian by the righteous.

They are not right; nor are they just.
They mislead and betray divine trust.
They twist the Jesus Factor to evil ends.
It is time to recall, return his name

To serve the higher purpose he showed
To love without condition or goal.
Resist the Jesus factor they claim –
Not him, not in his name – only love.

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A May Day Poem: Commitment & Surrender

May 1, 2018 2 comments

I am privileged to part of an amazing group of people who meet a couple of Mondays a month to discuss deep thoughts and experiences. I am the guy among four incredible Goddesses. Over the last few months we have used the “The Keys of Enoch” by J.J. Hurtak as our springboard for our discussion. It has been an ever awakening journey beyond the “normal” 3-D elements of life. Our next springboard is “The Cosmic Hologram: In-formation at the Center of Creation” by Jude Currivan. We are interested in penetrating the depths, and heights, of reality in our multi-dimensional Universe so we can be better co-creators of our reality.

This week our discussion concluded with two words that seem almost opposites; their juxtaposition struck me as an excellent jump-point for thought and maybe even a poem. Here’s the result:

Commitment & Surrender

Is this a dance, a rhythm, an ebb
And flow through the music of time?
Do they push and pull one another
Leading, following to the pulse and notes?

Commitment leads, pushes across the floor,
Pulls away from a cluster, creating
Space and steps, new twists and turns
As the ballet evolves in the flow.

Surrender yields to the wishes of the maestro.
The choreographer dictates the journey,
Narrates the story in perfect harmony
As the notes unfold from  the conductor’s baton.

Commitment is the drive, the force
Compelling action, progress, evolution.
Surrender is the acceptance of the propulsion
Ever reaching higher, farther, beyond.

Surrender is the prayer that holds the course.
Commitment is to pray to support the cause.
Commitment is the knowing the cause is just.
Surrender is the trust that the course is God.

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

PS: If you wish please substitute “Dao” for “God” in the last
line. I debated between the two and decided the poem has a
more western feel.

“Grow up America” – a new poem to celebrate the March for our Lives

April 2, 2018 Leave a comment

I did not march on March 24. But I watched the entire event, the moving speeches, the incredible crowds, the world-wide demonstrations for common sense. The leaders of this movement, the “kids” from Parkland, were amazing not just for what they said, not just for their poise and maturity, but for their leadership, their ability to motivate and move a crowd of 800,000 people in Washington, DC alone, to a peaceful gathering to bring attention and awareness that change is desperately needed to combat the violence this country grew up with and has accepted as a “right”! I was moved to tears many times as I watched and listened to the eloquent pleas for this change. I wrote this poem the following day to remember their lessons for the “adults” in the leadership of this country.

Grow Up America
(written on March 25, to remember the “March for Our Lives” in Washington, DC,
March 24, 2018.)

Follow the children;
They are leading the way;
They are marching for their lives.
Do we dare impede their call?

Grow up America!

The kids seek common sense;
Their asks are reasoned and sound;
They are marching for their lives.
Do we dare follow them all?

Grow up America!

What century are we in?
The Wild West was won, by some.
Do we need the violence of guns
To protect, prove, move, impede others?

Grow up America!

From infancy we protected and grew.
In adolescence we proved our power.
Can we now move beyond our childhood?
The children will not be impeded!

Grow up America!

A new age is dawning;
“The children will lead them.”
It is time to follow their lead, and
Grow up America!

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A Mid-Week Poem: “Light”

October 25, 2017 Leave a comment

One of the many things I love about autumn is the light. We are experiencing absolutely perfect Fall weather here in Maryland and the light streaming down epitomizes that love I have. It must be the angle of the sun well past equinox at this point, the way it casts that golden hue to everything it touches. The view of the light toward the south from my writing chair is the inspiration of today’s poem. Happy mid-week!

Light

Reflections dance, glinting shards of Light winking on and off
Over the nearly still surface of the mirror-like lake.
The flashes could be the under-bellies of leaping fish
Or simply the lightest of breezes playing over reflections of sky.

It’s difficult to block out the Light seeping through cracks in the wall;
Even the shadows cannot hide, cannot exist in the absence of Light.
Squinting through nearly closed eyes at the stream from the crack
Reveals the coat of many colors worn so beautifully by the Light.

There is no escape, no corner to hide, no distance to run from the Light;
It is the first and last of the holy creation that reveals consciousness.
Reflection within reflections, echoes of time, the record of the beginning
Stream down, all around, signs of eternity from the Ancient of Days.

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.