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A Poem for our Birthdays: The Miracle of Our Togetherness

August 2, 2019 Leave a comment

Rosemary and I have been sharing this August 2 birthday for 47 years! It is a special day and we treat ourselves to play and feasting. Today will be no different!

I began the day thinking about this fun fact of shared birthdays and about our relationship. This poem came to help make her day special:

The Miracle of Our Togetherness

            It is a joy for me to share your birthday!
And as we sail swiftly into our Golden Years,
Our Golden Time together,
I just want to reflect on that shared journey.

            We were like two lightening bugs flashing
On a warm July evening seeking each other
In the wilds of the wide world,
Not even realizing there was a joining to be made.

            We were so different! And joined with others.
You, the conservative, Catholic cosmopolitan girl;
I, the gangly, sometimes goofy, farm boy still out to save the world.
You from Washington, DC; I from the wilds of Wisconsin and Africa.

            And we flashed in that July heat all that time ago;
We knew, instantly (or eventually) that our worlds had changed.
We knew some magic, some miracle had brought us together.
And we still know there is magic to make together.

            It is a magic of pure gold, a magic all our own.
Others see it, know it; the gods see it, show it to us.
And we see it, know it, struggle with words to show it:
The Gold of Lightening; the flash, the sizzle, the bright light of Love.

            Lammas, magic cross-quarter time, a golden time
Of harvest, the reaping time of all that has been sown.
The light shifts now from the silver light of summer
To the golden light of autumn: Our Golden Time.

 

 

 

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

Happy Lammas/Lughnassadh! Celebrate Life and Love!

 

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A Sunday evening poem: Accept and Flow to Grace

March 31, 2019 Leave a comment

I’ve been meditating on this for the past few weeks; how do we get to that state of Grace? Actually I think I’ve been working on this for most of my life! And last year, 2018, my word for the year was “flow.” For 2019 my word is “grace.”

Maybe I’m finally putting things together! In the Chinese Medicine philosophy and approach the Five Elements govern a lot about who we are, how we live and how our health can be influenced. My Element, my constitution is Wood. The virtues of Wood are clarity, vision, creativity. The primary emotion is anger. And the process to transform anger into the virtues of Wood is Forgiveness!

Another factor in “putting things together” is my fingerprints. Without getting into the details of hand and fingerprint analysis I am in the “school of love” for this lifetime. So, these words, acceptance, flow, grace and love are important to me; I wrote this poem with these key words in mind:

Accept and Flow to Grace

Acceptance:
The magic act,
True magic,
No slight of hand,
No deceit,
Only the pure act:
Acceptance.

Forgiveness:
The magic act
Powering acceptance;
Forgive self,
Forgive Self,
Forgive him,
Forgive them,
They know not;
Only the pure act:
Forgiveness.

Flow:
The magic state,
Birthing with acceptance,
Breathing with forgiveness,
Moving through what is
Only the pure state:
Flow.

Grace:
The true magic,
Flowing from the heart,
Flowing from the mind,
Flowing from Cosmos,
Flowing from Divine;
The only pure Magic:
Grace.

Love:
The True Magic,
The germ of acceptance,
The pith of forgiveness,
The shell of flow,
The seed of Grace;
Only the pure Magic
Grows Love.

 

 

 

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

A Valentine Poem: Human Virtues

February 14, 2019 1 comment

Rosemary “downloaded” these five virtues, or qualities, the other day in meditation. She brought this up in “Circle” when speaking of the qualities needed to complete a circle for whatever human purpose the circle is called.

As I meditated myself on these qualities this poem emerged. I gave it to Rosemary to celebrate today, our togetherness, our circle, our humanity. She wants to share it with the world. Happy Day!

Human Virtues

Love:
It all begins with love,
The creating force alive
Through the whole world
From deepest deep to highest above.

Honor:
A state of being derived from love,
Self-love, the source of all;
A principle that upholds, ennobles,
Creating the foundation for Human.

Integrity:
Springing from honor, Human
Knows place in the world; holds
Space firmly on that foundation,
Rises to each occasion to bless.

Community:
Integral Human reaches outward
To serve humanity in blessed community.
Community blesses Human in sacred symmetry
Echoing voices of goddesses and gods.

High Purpose:
The highest purpose is to love,
Honor, grow in integrity, serve
Community in a spiral blessing rising
Through the evolution of Humanity.

 

 

 

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

Monday’s Poem: Heartwood Doors

November 5, 2018 2 comments

Rosemary leads a Sunday morning Celebration on the first and third Sunday’s of every month. (http://CenterforaNewAlliance.org) I gladly support and participate in this gathering of like-minded/hearted spirits where we “celebrate our spirituality without dogma.”

Yesterday Rosemary led a powerful mediation that took us deeply inside to the doors of our hearts. I went there as my initiation continues to lead me further into this heart-centered realm, as I move from thinking to feeling, leading with my heart rather than my head.

Today’s poem, on the eve of this significant election in the US, is an attempt to capture my meditative journey to and through the doors of my heart:

Heartwood Doors

The winding path is neither
Straight nor narrow.
An arrow’s arc, graceful and true,
Is not a wanderer’s way.

One step, half-step aside, back-step,
Turn, pause, a jagged spiral
Tracing ragged sojourns upward
Outward, blocks, lessons learned.

Heartwood doors block the way;
Bright brass fittings, heavy knocker
Lifts and thuds with thunder heard
And felt in the deep awakening chamber.

No key is found, no clock is wound,
The tic-toc sounds loud on the inside.
The calling is an echo, a dream
Of another time, place, All Love.

The doors glide wide, smooth, easy;
No sound now, no groan of hinges.
The light bursts forth from the deep,
Bright sun streaming through parting clouds.

All Love flows from self-love quotes the Sage.
Heavy doors protect and block the two-way
Street. How to greet all passers-bye?
Hold wide those doors, let out the light!

 

 

 

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

VOTE!

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 rare Saturday poem: “Earning; Deserving?”

September 29, 2018 3 comments

I have been working hard in my dreams these nights. Each seems to be a struggle to get something done, to get out of some situation, to find my way through. I wonder if these dreams reflect something I am not doing during my waking hours. I wonder what I have left undone.

This wondering led me to the whole notion of doing, earning, deserving, etc. This concept of deserving is much in the news these days as we watch and wonder about the Kavanaugh nightmare. He seems to believe he has earned his nomination and deserves to be seated on the highest bench in the land. He seems to dismiss any debt that may be weighing him down.

The wondering led to today’s poem. What do any of us deserve in this life? Can we earn our way up and out? We are all privileged beyond all conception of earning or deserving. In Buddhist thought human beings are an exceeding rare opportunity in the cosmos. How can there be any other response to this but gratitude, compassion and love?

Earning; Deserving?

The Mayans say we come into this world
With tremendous debt.
We stand on the bones, the struggles, the sweat
Of all our ancestors through ten-thousand generations.

What have we done to deserve our first breath?
What can we do to earn the next?
To become a conscious being is an enormously rare gift;
There is no wage to earn our way out of this debt.

But there is a currency we can generate to return.
It is not enough, as small as a Widow’s Mite.
It is not quite nothing, yet more than we deserve;
Our coin is our conscious love.

We breathe in gratitude, awed at the magnitude of this debt.
We breathe out love, our two-bit return.
In these moments there is no earning, no deserving.
Love is the only gift we can freely accept and give.

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

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.