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FRIDAY’S POEM FROM “RHYTHMS AND CYCLES” – The Chamber of Time

September 19, 2014 Leave a comment

One of my favorite teachers, Martín Prechtel, is a master of languages, among many things. He teaches that the Tzutujil Mayan language has no verb form of “to be.” This makes it very interesting to speak of the past or future; in fact the Mayan peoples don’t seem to mind this “missing” grammatical component and are quite happy living in the present! Would Western civilization be a bit more content if we stopped using “to be.”

Imagine the possibilities!

With this in mind I riffed off one of Martín’s teachings about living in the middle of time for today’s poem:

The Chamber of Time

What if reality is nothing more
than a huge echo chamber?
Time in this reality is nothing more
than an echo returning.

The Holy, Goddesses, Gods
are nothing more than our
reflection in this chamber.
And we, nothing more than theirs.

To be sure the rhythms, ebb
and flow, dynamic play of
Light and Shadow in this
Hologram are a multidimensional mix.

The chaotic complexity settles
into karmic patterns, polyphonic,
kaleidoscopic interplay of
a multivalence array, to be sure.

And the echoes, like the breath of the
Holy, like our own rhythms,
beats, breaths, reverberate
Through this panoply of reality in time.

©2014 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

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Monday Poem: “Shadow Echoes”

December 17, 2012 Leave a comment

If you listened to the message I posted on Friday you know that it takes on the subject of time in a very deep way. When I studied with Martín Prechtel he spoke often about the Mayan view of time, especially within the context of their language which does not have the verb form of “to be.” So they have a very different way of speaking and thinking about the past and future as they relate to the present. He told stories which never had a beginning nor ending; they “always begin in the middle.” We are in the middle and both the past and future are like echoes reverberating off the walls of time.

With Martín’s teaching and the message from Rosemary we have a lot to discuss about time. It will be fun week to create this blog. Stay tuned!

And to begin the week, this Winter Solstice week, 2012, I offer you a Monday Poem:

Shadow Echoes

We can’t know what they might
Look like
So far out there;
Too far to travel in this life.

We can’t guess what they might
Tell us
Across the gulf;
Too far to hear their story.

We can only sense them,
Feel them
In deep moments,
As shadow echoes in the heart.

 

©2012 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.