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A Poem for Friday: In Formation

March 1, 2019 Leave a comment

Are you overwhelmed yet? The information continues to flood in around just about any subject area you can examine: politics, environment, world affairs, scientific discoveries, medical advances, … it never ends! And my question is, does any of it really matter?

In Formation

How does the average guy,
Filled with stress, anger, resentment,
Cortisol and dis-ease get along?
Is it any wonder that our country, society,
Our so-called culture, is in such a mess?

How in the world did we get here? I think
Technology has a lot to do with it.
I am applying our so-called technical advancement
To the Information Age we find ourselves in.
Are we in information overload?

And are we addicted to this flood of information?
The more we know the more we want to know.
But, do we really know anything?

The deeper we plunge into “existence”
The more we learn there is nothing there.
Matter at the lowest level winks in and out of existence.
Left alone it is a wave of energy probabilities.
Observe it, it becomes some-thing we call a particle;
Look away and it falls back into a wink and a wave,
Flapping in the breeze of the quantum field which
May be there, or not!

Does anyone truly understand this
When they hug their daughter goodbye?

We live in a world of probabilities
Never knowing for sure what is real,
What to believe, what is true,
What to perceive as with our own eyes.

We use to hear: “everything is energy.”
Now we are told: “everything is information.”
Energy packets contain the code that describes the state,
Like DNA seals our fate to grow, age and die.

Information too, grows, ages, dies – its half-life
Grows shorter through the age until it too
Winks out of existence, becomes the lie
That was so true yesterday!

We just know and then we don’t, letting it go, forgotten,
Overwhelmed by the next truth in packaging, in lending,
In the telling; just another story.

As the half-life of truth grows shorter,
Does it ever collapse into Truth?
Or is it always in formation,
Always becoming something else we take for Truth
Until it too become another short-lived truth, a lie?

 

 

 

©2019, Richard W. Bredeson, all rights reserved.

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A Poem for the New Year: More to Be

January 5, 2019 Leave a comment

This can be a tough time of year for many; sickness, hospitalization, even death. The holidays mark passages; we celebrate hard and then the let-down sinks in. And, now, today we move through a new moon/solar eclipse in Capricorn – at 8:28 PM Eastern.

So, be careful with yourself, watch your energy level, stay atuned to your inner needs, and be!

More to Be

The list is long,
The new year moves
Ahead, more’s afoot,
Low sun shadows head north.

Days remain short,
Long dark cools the soul.
Energy wanes in the aftermath
And always more to do.

Chill winds blow,
A chance of snow,
Time to hunker
Shrugging in the lee.

Moon hunkers in sun’s lee
Tonight. Long lists wait,
The breath abates,
And always more to be.

 

 

 

©2019, 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.

Friday’s Poem: Casting No Shadow

October 19, 2018 4 comments

[Warning: this poem contains a four-letter word that may offend some people. It is a word for material found in the bottom of a bird cage and rhymes with grit. If this word offends you please read no farther!]

I am fresh from the Christine Kloser event, known simply as “Breakthrough,” for Transformational Authors. I have known Christine and her event for several years; this one was her sixth; it was the first one I attended. And I can honestly say this was the best of all personal growth conferences, retreats and other such meetings I have ever attended! I did come away transformed in several ways. I will write more about this in a later post.

For now I want to offer this poem, dedicating it to Christine and all of the friends and fellow poets I spent three quality days with this week:

Casting No Shadow

Standing in the Center under high Sun,
Casting no shadow
I wonder:
Where has all that shit, my shit gone?

Earth, Mother, accepts it all
Composting it, the shit, into food:
Rooting soil
For the wonder and beauty of the lotus.

Facing East, bowing to the rising Sun,
Shadow stretching West
I wonder:
How far does that trail of shit extend?

Great Bear of the West doesn’t care;
His shadow absorbs all darkness
Sending life
Deep into the root and stem of the lotus.

Facing West, bowing to the setting Sun,
Shadow disappearing into the night
I wonder:
While the Mother sleeps, who stirs the shit?

The Great White Way of the night sky
Carves a graceful turn to churn
Rotting waste
Feeding the growth and awakening the lotus.

Facing North, bowing to the Great White Way,
Soft Moon shadows glowing in the night
I wonder:
How can shit survive this peace and beauty?

Cosmic Energy, creative power
Pumps the life-blood, pure potential
Filling mud
With juice to enliven the lotus bud.

Facing South, bowing to the warming Sun,
Shrunken shadow withering to the North
I wonder:
How can so much shit generate all this beauty?

Earth and Fire, Mother and Sun
Join in Holy Union, merging love and light;
Ascending we
Witness the opening, Jewel in the Lotus!

(Om mani padme hum!)

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

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.

Inauguration Day Thoughts

January 20, 2017 Leave a comment

Not so many words, just thoughts, and feelings:

Transfer of Power

The motor fires, turns, idles;
Yet there is no movement, no action
Until the transmission engages
To transfer power to the axles.

The wind blows, spins blades;
Yet there is no change, no traction
Until the mill turns generators
To transfer power to the grids.

The tides heave, ebb, return:
Yet there is no launch, no sail
Until the turn from full, to flow
To transfer power to the ships.

The trees stand, grow, clear air:
Yet there is no transition, production
Until the axe clear-cuts for lumber
To transfer power to building.

The government pauses, idles:
And there is no action, no change
Until the constitution orchestrates
To transfer power to the chief.

Fire, Wind, Water, Wood all transform.
Power is transferred into the Earth.
Chiefs go and chiefs return, no change.
The transfer of power remains.

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©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

FRIDAY’S POEM FROM RHYTHMS AND CYCLES: Winter Solstice

December 5, 2014 Leave a comment

This past Wednesday Rosemary and I hosted a meeting of our Consciousness Exploration Community for sharing some good food and excellent conversation. Our theme for the evening was sharing something meaningful about the holidays; a story, a song, a poem. So I wrote today’s poem which also fits my “Rhythms and Cycles” theme very well.

I hope you have wonderful memories of your Holiday Celebrations and are making new ones this year. Be sure to share them!

Winter Solstice

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

The effects of this circling seem small:
Summer Solstice spins through Fall
And on to deepening Winter.
As light recedes in lowered sky,
Spirit dips so close we feel the Love.

The cycle is grounded deep in Mother’s core,
The energy follows graceful lines of
Magnetic force, lifting consciousness
Along soft grooves of innocence,
Natural paths of vision and expansion.

Spiraling Consciousness follows
These graceful lines of attracting energy,
Mapping courses for the Transformations
That continue to carry us higher,
But never away.

Earth bound and sky grateful, we rise,
Ever seeking, always believing there is more;
We are more.
We stretch our plastic minds beyond,
Resisting brittle breakage on our destined way.

Each turn reveals more, creates new
Perspectives, new vistas pulling up,
Onward to next dreams, exposing
Even then, the next turn, inevitably ahead
Around the bend.

Solstice deep to Solstice high
We spiral from choice to choice
Knowing the journey, seeking
The cycle through consistent course, yet
Rising through transformation with every change.

©2014 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.