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The poem for today: Edge

July 26, 2017 Leave a comment

Our first call this morning was from Mindy. First reaction: oh-oh, what’s wrong? She usually doesn’t call early unless she is in distress. First thing she said was “Charlie is OK.” Our son-in-law was driving to work this morning, going in early about 2:00 AM. As he crossed the Severn River bridge going west he had to rapidly respond to an oncoming, fast moving vehicle going the wrong way, toward him; he managed to swerve away to avoid a head-on! And he had the presence of mind to call 911 and alert authorities.

Just down the way, near Mindy and Charlie’s home the wrong-way car hit another head-on; both drivers were killed. A third car was also hit causing injuries. The police still do not know exactly what happened, how the east-bound car in the west-bound lanes caused this!

We are all so grateful we still have Charlie in our lives! And it is a reminder of just how precious our lives are! This inspired today’s poem:

Edge

Humans are fragile things,
Little more than the gossamer
Of a moth’s wings.

When we dance at the edge of flame
We flirt with oblivion, feeling real,
Believing it’s not a game!

The heat heightens awareness, we feel alive
Remembering each moment is precious.
Flitting too close we die.

An errant draft can set us adrift.
Away from the light we forget,
Wondering why, wandering from the gift.

Then the flame flares, calling like Buddha’s bell,
Reminding who we are and why;
We fly true and well,

And dance again on the ledge,
Conscious of our delicate beauty,
Floating in ecstasy, balanced on the edge.

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

PS: Mindy called as I was writing this. Thankfully it was a request for a quick ride to medical appointments. While driving to and from I did remember…!

Relationship Questions, A Tuesday poem for your thoughts

July 25, 2017 Leave a comment

We had dinner last evening with our amazing friends Bob Sima (yes, that Bob Sima of enlightened music fame) and his talented partner Shannon Plummer. Rosemary and Shannon went off to their “Goddess Group” (yes, this blog is most definitely about the Goddess in my life!). Bob and I had a nice long time to catch up and discuss many things, including our relationships with these incredible women/goddesses in our lives.

One of the things I brought up is what we can know in our relationships, especially intimate ones. I had written about this in my Morning Pages a day or so ago. Bob seemed to resonate with my thoughts so I am motivated to offer them here. The poem came out of my thoughts derived from my Pages.

Relationship Questions

Am I committed?
Do I believe she is committed?
Is she committed?
Does she believe I am committed?

Four little relationship questions.
They apply to any intimate partnership.
The answers rest on a shaky platform:
The less than stable human heart-mind.

An individual can answer only
Two of these relationship questions.
There are always two halves to a pair.
Assumptions lead to trouble.

Four yeses lead to bliss,
A committed relationship.
Communications and trust
Are the means that lead to yes.

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A poem to celebrate this day: Anniversary

July 22, 2017 Leave a comment

Rosemary and I have been married for 34 years now. It was a lovely evening in Maryland that July 22, 1983. It was not a “triple H” day. We chose well.

There are many things over the years that we have chosen well. Certainly sustaining an active partnership through many adventures has been our most significant choice. And all we can really do in this life is keep these good choices flowing, one into the next.

Love sustains the flow, always. And communications sustains the love. Partnership can be a beautiful thing when it is cared for.

My poem today is a bit random; thoughts strung together to celebrate us, our “mature marriage.” Enjoy!

Anniversary

A year, a celebration,
Solar return for a marriage,
Mary M Day, triple H day,
This year, Saturn’s Day.

This year marks 34
In time that is not real,
Only there to maintain schedules,
Hold people together in this dimension.

What is a mature marriage?
What does one look like?
Boring, rote, habitual, well trod paths,
Patterns flowing into patterns of sameness?

No! Refuse this trend, this pattern!
Every day is a new day.
Every year is a new year.
35 is the best year yet!

Invention, creation, adventures,
Plans to move forward,
Visions to propel the movement,
And conversations to keep it all fresh!

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

Friday poem: New Day

July 21, 2017 Leave a comment

Happy weekend! I  hope you have some fun plans scheduled. Rosemary and I are celebrating our 34th wedding anniversary this Saturday. Yeah, it’s hard for us to believe too!

Yesterday I promised a follow-on poem to “Trends & Patterns” published here. Here it is; make it a new day!

New Day

My teacher of soul says every day is a new day.
We are always at choice to make our way
Into the next moment,
Into any state we can imagine.

The power of mind is the same power that created the Universe.
We have that power in our grasp;
It is enough to move the ego behind, beyond, tucked in safety,
To let soul enter the field.

There is a richness there, fertile ground for happiness.
Plow if, plant it, watch it grow, add water,
Bring warmth of the high sky day,
Breathe with the life all around.

Every day is like this – new.
My teacher of soul says, make it what you will.
It is alright to ignore trends and patterns.
We are always at choice to make our way.

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A New Poem: Trends & Patterns

July 20, 2017 1 comment

I’m coming back. Doesn’t it always seem like this, returning to something familiar after a journey outward? This blog posting adventure can be like that; sometimes we go away for a time; then we come back to it, drawn to the familiar, even the necessary, like a wild creature to water.

If you are a Facebook friend you may know I’ve been in the wilderness of daughter’s illness the last number of days. But she seems to have turned a corner with that; and I’m coming back!

I’m even writing again. Here is a two part entry. I will post a follow-on to today’s poem tomorrow. Please watch this space…

Trends & Patterns

Look back – what do you see?
No, don’t dwell there;
It is too easy to find regret,
Too easy to get caught in
What could have been!

Look ahead – what do you see?
No, don’t dwell there either;
It’s too easy to get caught in
What could go wrong!

Stay present – what do you see?
Trends & patterns paint a scene
Of what was, what could be.
But don’t get caught there;
Use the power of mind to be.

 

 

 

©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A Full Moon Poem: The Motion in Emotion

July 8, 2017 Leave a comment

How do you feel during full moon events? Do you notice? There are times when I don’t quite understand why I am feeling something different; sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes doubting. I am feeling a little that way today; there needs to be no explanation, especially when I remember the nearly full moon I saw last night. That is explanation enough!

If you are feeling this full moon (it is exactly full Sunday, July 9 at 12:07 EDT) then be easy with yourself; give yourself some time to just BE. Feel the feelings; they make us human!

And sometimes I write a poem to express my feelings, to process them, to appreciate them:

The Motion in Emotion

The amygdule is never silent, still;
It processes ten to the tenth bits
Of input in every moment
Quantizing information to guide being.

The pile of quanta builds, refines, renews
In every moment, modifying the guidance
Ever so slightly, fine adjustments
Corresponding to that flood of input.

Movement can be infinitely small, sub-light speed,
Seen only in shadows, dark contrast.
Great swings of motion can startle
Even the calmest of moments, light-calm.

Staring at the moon, swelling in the east
Reveals little motion, seen best as shortening shadows.
And yet, the motion in emotion
Is sharp and clear in full moon light.

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©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A poem for the summer solstice: High Sun Days

June 22, 2017 Leave a comment

Our longest day of the year, here in the northern hemisphere, was yesterday, June 21 at 12:24 AM EDT to be exact. Huge crowds gathered at Stonehenge, one of our oldest calendars of human design, to witness the solar event. There are many ways to mark and celebrate this time of high summer when days are long and the sun is high in the sky. I wrote a poem to remember to remember:

High Sun Days

Long shadows persist
Pointing southwest
Toward the hot desert
In the early morning haze
Creating a ghostly dance of light.

Long shadows persist
Pointing southeast
Toward the humid swamp
In the late evening haze
Creating a lingering dance of light.

These are high sun days,
Long lazy days of floating light,
Shadows creating two edges
Of a butterfly wing,
Creating a sense of peace and long life.

The rising sun of summer
Dances on the edge, shimmering.
The setting sun of summer
Lingers at the edge, remembering.
Life and love float on wings of butterflies.

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©2017 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.