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Monday’s Poem: “Buddha Bells”

December 3, 2018 Leave a comment

I am working with Dr. Joe Dispenza’s material and meditations every day to continue my journey to myself. One of the tools Dr. Joe offers is to catch yourself when you fall into a habit you are working to change, come present and then say “stop” or “change” to yourself to break the behavior, thought and emotion associated with the habit. This technique really works and strengthens awareness in every moment – a goal of my journey.

I’ve added my own twist to this, imagining I hear a Buddha Bell when I catch myself, bringing me back to the present moment to breathe in gratitude and breathe out love. Here’s what I mean:

Buddha Bells

The Buddha Bell calls,
Reminding: return,
Come present to the breath,
Gratitude and Love.

Irritation flares,
A Buddha Bell there,
Calling back to breath,
Gratitude and Love.

Lack enters mind,
A Buddha Bell finds
The breath is still there,
Gratitude and Love.

The Han sounds: thwoc, thwoc!
Awakening: go back,
The Zendo calls home,
Gratitude and Love.

Bija Mantra sings,
A Buddha Bell rings,
Present moment calls,
Gratitude and Love.

 

 

 

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

PS: Zane and I are exchanging poems every day as a seed for our initial WorldPoetsClub “wordshops” enterprise. Watch for some things we are collaborating on, including a collaborative collection of our work. I’ll announce coming attractions here, so stay tuned, especially all you poets out there!

 

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Post Election Poem: “Cross the Weld”

November 7, 2018 4 comments

We seem to be heading into even more interesting times now that the mid-term elections in the US are behind us. Change is in the wind; change is always there for us and rather than fear it let’s take solace in it!

I’ve been working on this poem for several days, even soliciting thoughts from a poet colleague, Zane. Today’s poem is about the “weld.” My most esteemed teacher, Martín Prechtel, spoke often of the weld and its importance. The weld is a frontier, a border, a separation. It can be thought of as protection; it can also be a barrier. It can hold people out and also in. Since the southern border of the US has been so much in the news during this election cycle I believe it is time to examine how we feel about borders, about the Weld!

Cross the Weld

There is a place, a strip, an edge,
It separates, divides, demarcates
The end of civilization, domestication,
Bounding, binding, keeping at bay the wild.

This is the weld.

Beyond the weld is a place, a world
Of darkness, creatures, mysteries.
It is a forbidden place of barbarian myth
Holding, hiding, frightening all trespassers.

This is the wild.

But, what if the wild is pure potential,
Holding, hiding, disguising the future?
What if the weld is not a wall, but a mirror
Reflecting, revealing the truth of who we are?

Cross the Weld!

 

 

 

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

PS: Zane and I are having fun together. Watch for some things we are collaborating on that may hook your interest. I’ll announce coming attractions here, so stay tuned, especially all you poets out there!

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 Haiku and Poem for Equinox and Harvest Moon

September 24, 2018 Leave a comment

Are you feeling it? The energy seems palpable during this high Sun/Moon interaction. On Saturday we went through the balance point, sun aligned with the equator on its journey to the south announcing the shortening of days and our slow waltz toward winter here in the north. Today we approach the Harvest Full Moon, the sun aligned in opposition to the moon, reflecting as much sunlight through the night as we ever receive.

In honor of this celestial near-Earth closely linked events I wrote a haiku for the equinox and a poem for today’s full moon:

Equinox Haiku

Balance, a still point,
Equal parts of day and night—
Pure potential breathes.

Moon Mirroring

Tides run a little higher, lower;
Blood flows, passion grows, heat rises:
Moon mirroring sun in its fullness
Awakens life to its high potential.

Cycles in cycles, the microcosmic orbit
Mirroring the macrocosm
As the toroidal Universe gently turns
Through its billions years grace.

The smallest particle spins into a wave
Echoing the tide propelled by sun and moon.
The greatest cosmic orchestra tunes
To the One Note as the dancers turn;

The choreography is perfection, every
Move in exact harmony with every part.
The hologram from smallest to totality
Alive, mirrored in the Mind of God.

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

Can We Afford Peace? (A Musing on 9/11)

September 11, 2018 Leave a comment

Today I’m going to let this poem speak for itself.

Can We Afford Peace?
(A Musing on 9/11)

Remember the day the towers came down,
A glancing blow on the Potomac,
A plowed field in Pennsylvania.
Remember – Another “day of infamy.”

We memorialize this day each year
To burn the images, the losses, the audacity
A little deeper in the Soul of America.
We stir and restir the anger, the hate,

The fear of the other, brown people, Islam.
But do we remember to forgive?
Our sovereignty was attacked on 9/11;
Innocent trust in invincibility lost.

There is no sovereignty without forgiveness.
It is a hollow fate carved out by hate.
But we remember and stir to keep
The embers of revenge alive.

There is too much profit in war, revenge;
Too much profit for the powers:
We can’t afford peace. Forgiveness?
It may lead to peace – and loss!

 

 

 

©2018 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.