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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.

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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.

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.

Friday’s Poem: Basho’s Frog

October 13, 2017 Leave a comment

I read an article recently describing the difference between Buddhist and Taoist meditation. The premise is that Buddhist meditation seeks to quiet the mind while Taoist meditation seeks to merge with the Tao, to find peace and tranquility, for example, in nature. Maybe I’m not a purist, or maybe I’m just missing the fine points the article attempts to make, but I find my meditations can go both ways, from quiet thoughts of nature into utter stillness, silence, empty mind; and then back again. Perhaps I am mixing two forms of meditation, but if so they both serve me.

As I thought about this, wrote about it in my pages, the world famous Japanese haiku by Matsuo Basho popped into my mind. So I took the liberty of riffing off his amazing vision:

Basho’s Frog

The pond clears as a cool mist
Settles on the surface
Undisturbed by breeze or current.

The mind holds a vision of quiet peace
Settling into stillness
Undisturbed by random thought.

The frog croaks, singing his love
Settlilng over his mates
Undisturbed by his call for response.

He leaps, “kerplunk”, rippling the surface,
Raising the mist
Disturbing the stillness, if not the peace.

Gratitude rises as a cool mist
And settles over the surface
As ripples fade into the undisturbed peace.

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

I’m Back; new poem: From the Silence

October 12, 2017 1 comment

I have been silent on this blog. My last post explains a bit; heart attack, etc. And while everyone marvels at the speed of my recovery (and I do too) it still seems glacial. And some of the pace is about rhythm; I haven’t fully regained my rhythm. And this certainly includes my writing, especially poetry. But here is an attempt to gain something back; or should I say step ahead with whatever new is out there to come?

From the Silence

It’s quiet here but for the inner hum,
The music that comes from a million
Invisible violins, the vibration of
Hidden worlds so deeply beneath our ken.

The silence is anything but silent when
We listen with our whole beings,
Every cell attuned to the billion strings
Synchronized in perfect pitch, all to keep us alive.

And from this deepest place, this almost silent
Whorl of stars and galaxies we pause, bend
Our ears to better hear the underlying rhythm
Carrying the melody, ever changing, ever lifting,

Of light, the brilliant music pouring
Down from dawn to dusk to shake us
From our sleep, our silence, our deafness
To the message of Love.

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.