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Monday’s Poem: Not for Me
I’ve been writing recently about my “Floating Heads” who spoke to me through Rosemary last December. This was during one of her Conversations with The Other Side. I am recalling that December event in anticipation of the Conversation Rosemary has scheduled for tonight, Monday, May 20 at 7:00 PM Eastern time. (See below for details how you can join.) And also see the posts about that December Conversation here if you are at all interested in how a Medium, like Rosemary works: December Post
I wrote this poem back in February remembering what my “Floating Heads” had to say to me:
Not for Me
Not for me but them
They say.
But why, what meaning then
Can pay
For all the errors of this
Poor way?
Just keep doing, write on
They say.
It makes no matter when
We pay.
All errors are erased along
The way.
Erased? But how I wonder now.
No pay?
Can this be true? I wonder how.
They say
it can be so: the forgiving Tao’s
The Way.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
PS: There is still time and some space available for tonight’s Conversation. It is held online using either video conferencing or phone. Learn more here
Sunday’s Poem: Mothers
In honor of all Mothers everywhere; where would we be without you?
Mothers
Where would we be without them?
The Universe is mostly “dark” matter.
Mother.
The Taoists have it right:
The dark is the womb;
The dark is the source
Of all the Suns!
Where would we be without Earth?
She is mostly feminine water.
Mother.
The Evolutionists have it right:
The Water is the womb;
The Water is the source
Of all Sons!
Where would we be without Eve?
She is mostly womanly love.
Mother.
The Biblists have it wrong:
Her love is the womb;
Her love is the source
Of All – not the fall!
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
Monday’s Poem: Infinite Breath
I led a Qigong demonstration during our ACT (A Community of Transformation) meeting today. I began with a breathing exercise using a poem I posted here three weeks ago, Breathe. Breathing is always good, and a good spiritual practice to help both lift and ground us. Everything breathes in one way or another; which is to say everything is in some state of vibration. Here’s another poem about breath to start your week. Happy Monday!
Infinite Breath
We are all in mid-breath,
That infinite sigh that
Began long ago and
Blew us all into existence.
We tumble in the remnant
Turbulence of that long sigh,
No more than fluff of milkweed
Spiraling at the edge of the pool.
The exhalation continues for now
Expelling more flotsam
On each breeze generated
By whirling currents of emptiness.
And, at the end of this long breath?
Every vibration has a frequency
Measured by the return from the
Infinitesimal steady state.
There must be an inhalation, right?
The contraction is only preparation
For that next breath, a sneeze perhaps,
To blow something new this way again!
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
MONDAY’S POEM: Celebrate Emptiness
Because some days are just like this:
Celebrate Emptiness
Celebrate Emptiness as
The beginning of Fullness.
Inside of grief is always
Room for praise.
Buddha taught Shariputra
“Form is no other than emptiness.”
This completely relieves
Misfortune and pain.
When down there is always up.
When empty, only a filling.
Let the empty cup of grief be filled
With the joyous song of praise.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
Monday’s Poem: Faith
It was a tough week in many ways. Natural and unnatural disasters, a breakdown in the democratic experiment, even numbers don’t seem to hold much truth these days! I wrote this hanging out there somewhere between hope and despair:
Faith
A sense of the intrinsic goodness
of Life.
A connection to the evolving nature
of Consciousness.
A belief in something beyond the reach
of Humanity.
Are these tricks of the human mind?
Is there something beyond the matrix
We have built to protect our faith?
When we peer through the holes in
that matrix, the glitches that disrupt our
Flow, our faith
Grow large.
Faith in the matrix of military might
is not Life.
Faith that there is no connection between
drones and guns
is Unconsciousness.
Faith that someone or something out there
will save humanity
is naive.
Breathe down to your belly.
Feel there the vibrations of hope.
They quicken one’s own intrinsic goodness.
Find there the source of New Faith.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
MONDAY’S POEM: Breathe
I have been writing a lot about transformation, change, rhythms and cycles, birth, death, beginnings and endings. I received news Sunday that a dear friend in England, after a valiant struggle with cancer is transitioning, taking a last breath of the Mother’s air before moving through a new birth into some other dimension we don’t totally recognize but know is there. It occurs to me that any such transformation requires breath. We must breathe into newness. First breaths; last breaths.
Breathing is so natural, mostly completely automatic; unconscious; meant to keep us alive. Transformative breathing needs to be conscious. And then I found this poem I wrote a few days ago as I thought about my Qigong practice and meditative breath-work. I hope you find it transformative!
Breathe
In
Deep
Down
Belly out
To toes
Fill up
Higher
Expand
Stretch ribs
Open throat
Wide nose
Fill eyes
Crown lights
Hold
Accept;
Out
Slow
Top
Relaxing
To ribs
Press in
Backwards
Contract
Press belly
Flatten
To spine
Ease root
Empty
Let go
Release.
Repeat.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
Consciousness Building Tools and Monday’s Poem: Light of the World
Last Friday I posted some thoughts on our ability as humans to change. I suggested that change is not easy; old habits are difficult to modify; new thought-patterns require repetition, practice. And I suggested that there are many “consciousness building tools” we can employ to help us with our practice, our changes. As I write these high-sounding words of confidence and positive thought about evolutionary change I too need these tools, cling to them for help. And one such tool I use is visualization. I have written before about the Merkaba and visualizing the power that inner energy center can generate. I begin with a chakra balancing meditation that leads to visualizing the interlocking, spinning tetrahedrons. I use this visualization to empower my day, especially when I know I need to reinforce new behaviors and overrule old patterns. Today’s poem came out of one such visualization meditation:
Light of the World
Whirling centers,
Gravitational holes
Open and balance
To steady vibration.
Colors radiant
In brilliant hues
Beam up and out
From deep to high.
Around the core
The dynamos turn
Eight points spark
To life and arc.
The image appears
At the nexus of power
Still and calm
With steady gaze.
And the energy builds
To dazzling bursts.
The heart of Man blazes,
The Light of the World.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
MONDAY’S POEM: Open
Last week I wrote about the astrology of the time and opening doors to new beginnings, a new “consensus reality.” Open doors motivated today’s poem:
Open
The gateless gate
Stands open.
Walk through to
Limitlessness.
It will not close;
It is a gateless gate.
The dark beyond dark
Is light filled.
Peer through to
Formlessness.
Out of Oneness
The ten-thousand things.
The best are like
Water.
Flow through to
The River wide.
Many currents
Create the Ocean deep.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
Monday’s Poem: Evolution of Enlightenment?
On Saturday I listened in on the “Guru and Pandit” continuing series of discussions between Andrew Cohen and Ken Wilber. As always it is a treat to hear these two expound on their evolving thought with respect to Spirituality and Integral Philosophy. But I was struck by one area of exploration during their latest offering about the evolution of human knowledge and, more generally the evolution of consciousness vis-à-vis Enlightenment. And I’m still pondering the question about whether Enlightenment is relative, therefore evolving, or absolute and therefore a touching on the Ground of all Being, the Absolute, unchanging, fully evolved Truth. This exploration motivated my poem for the week:
Evolution of Enlightenment?
Some would say
We know more today
Than the Buddha did
When he awakened.
Human consciousness
Is evolving, yes?
We are reaching higher stages
Of development.
But what is enlightenment?
Realization of Absolute Truth,
The fully formed, never changing
Ground of Being?
Awakening to the never changing,
Formlessness cannot change.
Buddha is fully evolved.
Question answered; problem solved.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
Monday’s Poem: Consensus Reality?
With the Spring Equinox coming this week my mind is on balance. I selected this poem for eqinox-Monday in a wistful recall of what once was “fair and balanced”!
Consensus Reality?
Perception is reality.
Mine or yours?
Consensus seems quite thin
These days.
Who’s right, who’s up, who’s in?
Adjustment is needed now.
Ours or theirs?
Who’s ready to give in
These days?
Not us, not them, no win.
Balance seems a thing long gone;
Fairness need not apply.
Maat is sorely stressed
These days.
Consensus fails the test!
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
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