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Meditation on Trump

Meditation on Trump:

Trump,
bravado,
no substance,
a joke,
thinks he's doing good,
thinks he has the answers,
thinks he understands,
thinks the problem is out there,
in someone else.

sound familiar?

image of Tulsi Gabbard:
"Aloha": means open heart, we are all on equal ground.
I will not leave my mission: I will not leave my fallen brother.

me: Where am I not living fully?

Trump: fear,
"the people are fed up with politicians--
the bureaucracy"

sounds exactly like Bernie Sanders,

I understand.

image of blacks being escorted out of rally,
one being punched by a Trump supporter,
the police holding the man who was hit
on the ground...(letting the other man return to his seat).

Is this any harsher than how I treat myself?
the self hatred,
attack
bombing
ravaging
abandonment
terrorizing,
of myself

just consider
as you watch the cops
remove those who disagree--
as you beat you up
isn't that what you do internally
to your feelings?
damning them,
shooting them,
telling them you never want to see them again--
believing the thought, "attack works"

if only...
"Trump"(or whoever...)
would go away...
life would be fine...

and as you sit alone in your room
at night,
no one else there,
isn't it ALL you,
your thoughts,
your feelings,
images,
sensations...

where is the Love now
for this?

are you united with you?

or are you still trying to
throw out,
suppress,
banish?

Let Mr. Trump be what he is,
the mirror,

the Motivation
to own and investigate
the attack within,
against myself,

and the Motivation
to give the Love
to me
and to everyone else
that I want to see "out there".

Can I love me?

oh how much compassion
for us all

It's just me

Can you really know
you'll be punished?

that the universe won't support you?
that you provide for yourself?
that you have anything at all to do with it?
that you don't have enough?
that you need anything?
more?

I tried to draw it
and found I couldn't even
make an ugly color.

you are not in danger;
there is no evil power

no one is looking to hurt me,
no one is even thinking about me,
no one is focused on me,

no one wants to kill me
just for existing

on the contrary,
there is A LOT of support,
service,
provision,
generosity

Look! See!
There is no hammer
over my head.

It's just me

and lots of wide open space

why would anyone want to eat me for dinner
when there are fresh ripe peas?

queasy

queasy,
the cry of bloody murder
at full tilt,
allowed

wholly expressed
without reservation,
put on the page

permission

now the bits of light
are seen,
the cracks
where it isn't,

the petals begin to fall,
the seed, the birthplace
of laughter

serenity,
the background

benign

life support

give it to me head on,
every drop of blood/fear,
the whole flood

just try to be afraid/angry/in terror
without stopping
for an instant

SEE how much effort it takes;
is it even possible?

how long can you really believe it/hold that,
the lie that you are not connected to all that is?
everything your mirror,
your mind--
you put the meaning on it

Is it true?
Don't you want to know?
Isn't all of it
a call for truth?

Hasn't this experience
helped you understand
and SEE more clearly?

Life support,
it MUST be expressed,
honored,
respected
before it can go

Isn't that what You
want?

All You

What if you were clear
that every single man you saw
was you?

every single woman,
every cat
and every dog,

every purse,
and every ice cream cone
was you?

what if there was no other
side of the street,
no other political party,
no other sex,
no other organism?

what if there was no line
between male and female,
round and square,
human and plant,
old and young,
solid and liquid,
cat and dog,
front and back...?

what if
it was ALL
you?

Is there a fetus
in you now?
Have you listened,
sung her a lullaby
and welcomed her into the world?

What seedlings are growing?

Mother of All,
Have you hugged your Child
this day?
Every child...
Every single child...

Yours

Grace

isn't it amazing?!

free red spots!
free green plants,
free circles,
and sunlight

free motion,
spirals
and spins

free color
and birds
and strawberries
and girls!

you can even have
blue arms and hands
if you want

free light,
free dark

free fragrance!
and fragrance,
and fragrance,
oh myyyy!

isn't it amazing?!

Grace

The Wise men are here

the wise men are here,
everyone,
every thought
who comes
knocking on your door,
but comes
for your blessing

the stars have all aligned
for just this moment,
there is no accident,

from distant lands,
foreign soil,
the hidden parts of yourself,
arrive now
to meet you in the starlight
and know Their Innocence