Awakening From Our National Nightmare: A Poem – Recovery And Spirituality

Writing keeps me connected with the implicate order that underlies all of reality, harmony, healing, wisdom, beauty, and love. Here is my poem, a pointer from the Truth within me, towards that understanding.

AWAKENING FROM OUR NATIONAL NIGHTMARE

As seekers for Peace, on its highest sacred mount’ we must continue to climb,

Or stay lost and wander through the swirling sands created by Trump’s chaotic, corrupted mind.

Trump tempts and confuses all minds with his lies of false hope, rhyme and reason,

So our Wisdom must object to deceit, and charge his thoughts with treason!

Are we but marionette’s dancing images trapped upon the ATM screen of a monetized mind?

With Trump’s Corporate American dollar driven beliefs in full control, what freedom can we find?

We must release ourselves from the spiritual imprisonment of these choking, binding strings,

And unleash our hearts’ truest wisdom that liberated Intelligence can then bring

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As shadow boxers of Trumped Up Evil, to what dark ends do we hope to aspire?

Being co-champions with creators of nightmares presents situations which are perpetually dire!

When we stop collectively resuscitating those illusions with our mental pugilist blows,

Our freed hearts can support righteousness and defend against the Dark Ones now on public show.

As a pro-Trump follower, only on Life’s treadmills we are doomed to pace,

Chasing after a liar and cheater causes all to stride for only second place,

Who forever will just chase in vain Sanity’s unifying, healing voice.

So step off of his spinning belt, and share first place in a Life that all may rejoice!

To finally realize the Truth, is to see his ignorant agendas are only illusions that limit and bind,

Spun together with the same golden threads of the Emperor’s New Clothes, his evil tailors did wind,

To bind the minds and hearts of all innocents, and all of the vulnerable that they can find.

So we must continue to seek our own truth, and then our struggle for freedom becomes Sublime!

The non-illuminated, restless mind is devoid of Love’s rhyme and Truth’s reason,

And only chases after mirages, until it sees the corruption that is guilty of treason.

As our confused nation continues to seek for Donald Trump’s true heart and soul,

We have found not sacred glittering diamonds of truth, but only profane lumps of black coal.

Though the slowly shifting desert sands of time,

Keep creating ever taller dunes for America’s lost, thirsty souls to climb.

It is through transcending Trump’s hateful, divisive world of so little reason and rhyme,

That we find and reaffirm Truth’s way, with its quenching waters of the Sublime.

To realize the Truth, is to find Love’s ever elusive high mount is just another illusion to climb

Created by fearful, desirous minds caught on the merry-go-round of time.

The non-illuminated, restless mind remains forever bereft of Love’s Rhyme and Truth’s Reason

Only chasing after selfish illusions, until it sees its destructive movements are guilty of treason.

Please wake up to Love’s voice, sweet somnambulator,

And realize the Truth, that our healed, loving Presence is greater

Than any ignorance inspired images we could ever dream, form or learn,

And then our world will reflect back to us the One for which we all yearn.

Shame on you, Donald Trump, your minions, and the pseudo-Christians who support you.

Blessings to all of America’s holy warriors, who seek for all that is just, equitable, and true

We have to lose our corrupted mind, to find our real, whole, healed self.

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Bruce

Presently, I am 67 years old, and I am learning how to live the life of a retired person. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone. The title for my first book will be: Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs. I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences. There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues. There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight. Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so. A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.