I was wondering...

A Fairy Tale?

It is not the fear of dying
that scares me so much
now…

as the fear of not living.

It is the fear of giving less
than I have to offer,
and receiving less,
than I have in store.

It is more distressing to me
to see moments slip by
that I could have lived
more fully and aware.

It is missing the opportunity to care
for any that may come my way,
and missing,
perhaps,
my chance to give the gifts I have brought
from the holy worlds
into this place.

Chase the fears away,
sweet inner soul dreamer…
weaver of the magic that makes life
more than reality!

Clear the cobwebs in my throat
that I may sing again
as the little child who had no fear,
for all things were dear and new then…

Sing my heart,
to friends and soulmates,
in all their manifestations and robes!

Look into the eyes of all and send hope!
It is enough to know that I am not alone in such…
In daring to hope…
In daring to dream…

In daring to believe that all the world is due
for happy times to come.

BKBushman 2/02/2007

If I were to address the heads of state and industry in these momentous times...

AS IF THE TRUMPET WAS HEARD

Good Morning, Little One!

It is time to awaken
from this sleep
you call
mortality!

Do not cry
for the dreams of
your sleep,
for they always are a part of you!

But awaken,
refreshed,
and eager that
a new and Glorious Day
is here!
And you are a part of it!

It is time to awaken
to the hopes
you came into the planet with…

You know!

That little dream you hide from the world,
and more frustratingly,
from yourself
so that you can fit in!

Do you remember?
Think small!
Think innocent!
You still are, you know!
(Whether you believe it or no!)

It is time to wake up
to you!
It is time to stop living
other men’s hopes, dreams, frustrations,
and ambitions!

It is time to define
your own hopes, dreams, frustrations
and ambitions!
(And think about Joys)

(If you haven’t been about these things already!)

Wake up,
sweet, darling, precious
little one
for a grand day awaits you!

It is not a tomorrow thing.
It perhaps wasn’t found yesterday…
but that has been
The Illusion!

If you were told the Trumpet of Gabriel
has sounded,
what would take place in your heart?

Ah, but the Trumpet has already sounded!

Perhaps you didn’t hear it
because your ears and mind were full
with other men’s perceptions
of what
your reality should be!

Perhaps you fear that this
momentous tune
is about endings.

Dear little one!
It was never about endings!
It was never about beginnings!
That is a game
you chose to play
with all your friends!

There is really only
NOW.

So wake up to it,
grasp it,
and enjoy it.

Touch it’s flavor,
taste it’s nearness,
see you in it,
hear your own song

and dance your own tune!

You are loved little one!
More than you even know!

Love yourself,
the rest is easy,
once that great task has been accomplished!

In your dream
of mortality,
you just chose
to play the game backwards!

Today is here!
You are here!

Live it.
Love it!

Be it!

Sat Nam…
Namaste…
Adonai…
Espavo…

Joy!

BKBushman 1-16-2008

ONE FOR MY SUNSHINE... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

In 1975 I joined the Army as a Band Musician. It was a good time to serve the country... Nixon had just pulled the troops out of Viet Nam, and the draft had ended the year before my high school graduation.

Military people weren't hero's then like they are supposed to be now, but that is a highly charged issue these days, and I'm not into political correctness or stirring controversy, and this post isn't about that anyway, but a salute to a dear friend who helped me in one of my darkest hours and maybe understands a little because we are email buds, but I want to honor her with a small tribute, because she needs to know that she has touched my life in ways deeper than I can thank her for... and I know that when life slows down for her a bit, she will check into this blog!

Dear Sunshine! Do you remember the poem you sent me from "Charlie's Monument" entitled "The Gift?" Do you know what you started with that simple sharing?

Periodically now, as I continue to write, and hone my gift for poems and lyrics, and express my soul, (mostly into my own computer banks), and lately as I begin to share those things out into my email world; I think of that book, and that poem. You sent it to me when you found out I had gotten into the drug world, and you sent me that which most deeply touches my heart! You sent me a simple poem. I hung that poem up on my barracks wall for the duration, and I made that poem my first real mantra.

I was thinking about my own little mountain that I guard, and the stones I go down and pick up to build that monument... each song I bring into my computer from my muses... as I go in to my files these days those individual writings from time to time over the last 30 years or so have become a very big gift that I hope to return to my Deep Friend and Advocate when I am released from this planetary assignment! They are my gifts to God, and the Godness, and goodness within each of us!

The words started out as my own form of healing. They are beginning to go into the world to help others now. Each day is more and more precious to me... I have been blessed with so many loved ones around me in my personal and my business life!

Little sister, there are no words that can give you the love in my heart for that gift you shared with me so long ago! I would like to post one of my earliest songs with this blog in your honor... you were the first to get one of my gifts! Consider this one of my earliest stones in my monument... a foundational piece that you inspired when we were silly and young!

Thank you my sister in Spirit!

A SONG FOR JOEY
1975

Wake up, m’lady, the sunshine's on the land.
Wake up, m’lady, take the morning by the hand.
You gotta wake up, m’lady, with the dawn light in your eyes.
Wake up, m’lady, and help the morning find the skies.

Shake the dreams of your nighttime, woman.
A new day is dawning and the world's in a bind.
Bless the day with your sweet smile, and woman,
there just ain’t no tellin all the joy we can find...
and hello sunshine,

Ya know I’m doin fine.

Wake up, m’lady, shake the twilight from your hair.
Wake up, m’lady, you gotta show the world you care.
And when you wake up, m’lady, you’ll feel the summer as it hits the skies.
So wake up, m’lady, the morning’s waiting for the light of your eyes.

Shake the dreams of your nighttime, woman.
A new day is dawning and the world’s in a tear.
Bless the day with your sweet smile, and woman,
I think we’re gonna find that there are people who care...
and hello sunshine.

I’m gonna feel all right,
I’m gonna make up my mind,
ya know I’m doin fine.
You’ve made me feel all right,
you’ve helped me make up my mind,
ya know I’m doin fine.

Shake the dreams of your nighttime, woman,
A new day is dawning, and the world's in a bind.
Bless the day with your sweet smile, and woman,
there just ain’t no tellin all the joy we can find.

And hello sunshine,
Ya know I’m doin fine.

The Latest Pebble found in the sky...

INNER BEAUTY

It seems that oft as darkness calls,
Beauty falls.
And light within begins to fade.

Played out on the stage of living
More often than not
Are the follies of depression and despair.

How many really care that this tragedy
Should be the final curtain?

Certainly Love is hard to express
On such a stage.
Outrage is an easier game…
Easier to blame than to believe.

Perceive, for one moment
That your inner beauty, though deeply scarred,
Is still your greatest gift.

Lift another.
Lift yourself.
The final curtain call is always about
The triumph over the tragedies.
Begin to believe in yourselves
For a grand chorus sings around you.

Quiet your heart,
And you will hear!
Life is meant for Joy’s expression…
And all of us are capable of sharing that.

If we so choose.

Believe in yourself.
The Holy Ones do.

Bkbushman 9-16-2008

PEBBLES ALONG THE WAY...

Note to Myself

Joy
(Nirvana, Heaven, Insert favorite vision here…)
is not an estate
that will be handed to me
in some nebulous future.

It is a creation of
my own hands,
constructed by the stones of
my mindthought,
and held together
by the mortar of
the passions
of my heart’s
emotions.

With each breath
I architect the estate
that I surround my soul with.

And as the architect,
if I find myself in a house
I abhor,
I have the right
to tear down the stones
that don’t harmonize,
and chip away
at the mortar of frustration and hopelessness.

And begin,
with wisdom and love,
to construct my estate anew.

Joy is not a future event.

It is with me in every time,
and in every moment
that I choose to recognize it.

Joy is the birthright
of the Children of Light.

I only need accept it now…

Bruce K Bushman 5/22/2006

Today's post is dedicated to those who have struggled with loud and hectic mind stuff... (which I am beginning to find is just about everyone...) this is a private conversation with the inner being within... a connection we all share. It is one of the prayers I expressed years ago as I began to find the road to inner peace was very accessible... and as I also began to recognize the sources of the chaos in my own path...

As a Little Child

I think deep on the night, when you took my flight
away from me.
I couldn’t see too well then,
when
I screamed at the skies in anger…
away from me.
Away from all I wanted to be.

I heard not your voice
through the winds of my anger and pain.
Yet you stood next to me,
silently,
and open to my hurts.

I felt you then,
when my crying ceased
and you released your tremendous Love
into my silent mind.

And time stood still.

And then later,
the awful pain of
a drug filled mind
and a solitary fate…
How I found so much hate to grasp,
I don’t remember now.

Time’s healing path brought me
out of the darkness of
childhood days,
and soon I saw
my wings would not stay clipped forever.

I feel you now
when I remember then.

And I don’t quite remember when
the bitterness left this being,
but you silently listened,
and never left me
in the agony of my despair.
You were always there.

And as I began growing a little more
into your light,
I found delight in the moments
of your quiet laughter
in my heart.
You became more a part of me
than I can even imagine.

You took my small hand in yours,
and gave me a purpose for being…
for seeing beyond the years of my infancy,
into an eternity
that I’ve only now begun to comprehend.

You sent me children of my own
to watch and to care for,
and to learn from…
Learn what it means to feel their anger
when I have to clip their wings
so they don’t fly too far,
too fast,
into skies that they aren’t ready for yet.

You complete the circle within me,
and I see the reasons
for your trials
of my faith.

It is the child in me growing,
knowing you to be there,
feeling you reaching for me after each and every fall.
I call on you,
and you are there,
helping this little one grow.

BKBushman 4/3/2006