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A Sunday thought: Respect

March 3, 2019 Leave a comment

Respect

I see you.
Yes, I really see you.
I look; and I look again.
This is respect.

I turn a cheek.
I turn the other cheek.
Jesus taught about Other.
He showed respect.

I look into your eyes.
I gaze deeply in your eyes.
I see you, really see you;
And you reflect.

I see you
And you see me.
I see respect and you
Reflect the respect I see.

 

 

 

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

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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.

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.

A poem to recover from: “Blood Moon”

January 22, 2019 Leave a comment

I don’t know about you, but this Full Moon in Leo (Aquarius Sun) hit me pretty hard. A super moon/eclipse as icing on the cake. Even the heavens are acting up at this point in our active history making era. And while there are many aspects of this history we make to bring out cries, it’s also good to laugh; the joke is always on us!

Blood Moon

Coyote cries:
“Who is eating the moon?”
It was so full and bright,
Beautiful to light my way
Through the night.
Now look at that bite
Growing large; stealing my sight.

Crow cries:
“What bloody trouble!”
Dark congealing puddle
Blots the sky with gore
After the struggle twixt
Those three; what was it for?
Earth in the middle of the muddle.

Fox cries:
“Look up, stop the whine!”
When you peer twixt oak and pine,
See that shine, a smiling break
As a curving line splitting to grin.
The din of the dark turns to a laugh;
No crime, just a joke among the three.

Bear cries:
“Go back to sleep; it’s cold and deep!”
Winter Sun, Leo Moon,
Earth shadow reaps, and
For a moment everyone weeps. But
Then from sad to glad, shadow fades
Blood Moon cries her promise “I keep!”

 

 

 

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

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 “feel good” poem for Tuesday: “Feel the Words”

December 18, 2018 3 comments

I wrote this yesterday, to share with Zane, as we head into the last week before Christmas. I still have a long list to prepare for the “big day” but I’m staying calm, breathing through the tasks and stopping to enjoy the process rather than race from project to project to “get it all done.”

My wish for you is to feel good these holidays, good about yourself, good about your achievements and good about all the words you read, including these:

Feel the Words

Reading words is a marvelous sensation;
They send meaning through their symbols,
Like: “the too cool fool likes to bend rules.”
Look at the flow of that phrase – sensational!

But can you feel the words of that line?
So round and smooth, oozing languor
With their breathiness through oo’d lips
And the shapes shift with that bend at the end.

Hearing words can be music to the ear;
They sooth and coo softly tickling cavities,
Prime rhymes make time for the inner drums
Softly vibrating, creating meaning in their tones.

The ears feel the words whispering through
The open channels piping directly to mind.
Each line finds a kind beat sending
A complete sense of wonder and wholeness.

Tasting words may seem an unusual thought;
The tongue gyrates, the throat vibrates
Creating the round sound conveying profound
Or simple notions from the poet’s mind.

The mouth feels the words echoing
The salty sweet sour spiciness,
Even sometimes bitterness in sharp contrast
To the long lasting repast of a full life.

 

 

 

©2018, 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.