For me, it is learning to be in the current moment.
Not the past.
Not the future.
Just this moment.
To realize that I AM in every breath I take.
It is an interesting practice.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
To write, or not to write... that is the. . .
You know, I am told Shakespeare was born on my birthday. Not the exact day, really, but the day I was born was the day he would have been eating ice cream and cake as well... if they did that kind of thing then.
I wonder if that is why I love the bard? Well, I can't say I especially am akin to the man. I tried reading some of his work many years ago, and didn't really get much from it myself then. I went to a school that every year celebrated the Shakespearean plays, and the small town is built around the theatres that have been built there and the crowds they draw to these plays every year. My mom in law came and took my wife one year... but I had to work or something, and never got over to the theatre to see anything... not that I was ever drawn...
But his writing has had a major impact on world literature, and is a part of my culture today. It's kind of like the Beatles. As a musician, I found them quite simple, really, and never really got into their music much either, although I do not take away from them the major role they have played in our cultural thought as well.
So what is it that they did that brought them to the forefront of world literature and music? Probably no more than follow their passions first... their love for what they did...
or maybe they were just driven.
I can understand those things myself. My greatest passion and love comes from when I am creating. I used to think it just meant playing an instrument when I was young. Then later I thought it just meant that writing was creation... and these things were meant for the gifted. Lately I have found that everything I do is a creation and a gift to the world around me.
I'm glad I'm growing up. I'm learning that each day I bring myself to life's drawing board... in any form... I am creating the world around me. I am the captain of my ship! And each wonderful soul around me is doing the same thing! Each and every one of us create for each other in all the ways we do so.
It has become so wonderful to understand that some of the most moving creations are some of the simplest. Lately a smile can change the world around me. And a smile is a creation we can all share! It is my honor and joy to recognize all the creations around me, in all the forms they are taking!
I wonder if that is why I love the bard? Well, I can't say I especially am akin to the man. I tried reading some of his work many years ago, and didn't really get much from it myself then. I went to a school that every year celebrated the Shakespearean plays, and the small town is built around the theatres that have been built there and the crowds they draw to these plays every year. My mom in law came and took my wife one year... but I had to work or something, and never got over to the theatre to see anything... not that I was ever drawn...
But his writing has had a major impact on world literature, and is a part of my culture today. It's kind of like the Beatles. As a musician, I found them quite simple, really, and never really got into their music much either, although I do not take away from them the major role they have played in our cultural thought as well.
So what is it that they did that brought them to the forefront of world literature and music? Probably no more than follow their passions first... their love for what they did...
or maybe they were just driven.
I can understand those things myself. My greatest passion and love comes from when I am creating. I used to think it just meant playing an instrument when I was young. Then later I thought it just meant that writing was creation... and these things were meant for the gifted. Lately I have found that everything I do is a creation and a gift to the world around me.
I'm glad I'm growing up. I'm learning that each day I bring myself to life's drawing board... in any form... I am creating the world around me. I am the captain of my ship! And each wonderful soul around me is doing the same thing! Each and every one of us create for each other in all the ways we do so.
It has become so wonderful to understand that some of the most moving creations are some of the simplest. Lately a smile can change the world around me. And a smile is a creation we can all share! It is my honor and joy to recognize all the creations around me, in all the forms they are taking!
Monday, April 20, 2009
KISS... Keep it short, stupid...
I live in the time of the soundbite. I live in the time when people have little tolerance for length or depth. Keep it short, or there is no time to view.
How sad. How utterly sad.
Patience was not built in quick times. None of the most solid of things ever was...
How sad. How utterly sad.
Patience was not built in quick times. None of the most solid of things ever was...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
WRITER'S BLOG
Hello Bruce... and anyone who might wander along.
I spend much of my life thinking about being a writer/musician... and spend most of my life doing accounting. For many years this was an extremely frustrating situation for me. In my youth I could see myself traveling... on stage... writing all the time... always touching lives... and how my ego thrived on the visions. I sure didn't care about the money so much as the fame... and the dreams I could visualize! Actually made it to semi-pro as a musician... traveled all around the southwest with a Military Band...
...then in about the early 20's (my early 20's... which were actually in the late 70's!) reality set in. I was not fond of the military. Oh, I had been writing during most of that time... but at that age, "Emo" had set into my writings (I learned this word a few years ago from my daughter about kids who dwell on drama...) (and like to wear black).
So I chose the safe path. My second love had been numbers... and I am pretty sure a good part of my decision to be safe is that I really wanted to be a father. So I met a gal, got a degree, and began a career.
I won't go through all the wonderful drama of that game! That's not the reason for this post! But around it all I would come back to the late night, early morning from time to time when my muses play, and would write again.
For a while in the mid to late 80's the writings got very dark, as did my thoughts, and there finally came a night when we had a ceremony to burn all that negative energy... my little family who for the most part probably didn't quite understand why dad had to do this...
When I get writing... I get writing... and I get very deep and attached to only that... while my 'normal' life takes a beating, and I feel like I let my family down. Time after time I put my heart's desire back on the shelf to fit into 'reality' but sooner or later the writer within me has to come out and play.
Some time ago I began to hear about, and then learn about balance. About the need to express both in my life. I'm still not the best about it... but getting lots better.
We've been watching "The Waltons" series on television lately. I pay close attention to John Boy, because I was exactly where he was at 17. I loved writing more than anything, and could lose myself in it. But whereas he is a story teller, I tried to tell the stories of the heart through poetry. I began what I called "A Poet's Journal" and have been adding to it for over 30 years now. On and off. When life allows... and that is never as much as I have always wanted.
I have met becoming musicians who have put my words to music. I have heard my words in song, but not by anyone who had the power to make them go very far. A friend of mine put together enough music some time ago to play a concert for my mother, wife and kids for over an hour... and it touched me deeply.
I have a sister in law who put music to one of my writings once... and has played it from time to time herself, but doesn't really have time, like me, to help it go anywhere.
About 3 years ago I began to feel the power of the internet. And all these writings I have been putting together time after time in new ways as our tecnology changed finally got a chance to come out to the light of day a wee bit.
I began using e-mails to send my deeper thoughts. I have always through all of this wanted to touch lives that were hurting... and let us all know that we are okay... even though a lot of days I don't really believe it myself sometimes!
So many early mornings I come to the keys, and I will close my eyes and begin. I'm glad I learned typing, because I will write by feel for a long time before I open them again, hearing the inner song of my heart, or the inner song of the music of souls. And when I open them and read, I am more amazed every time. It is one thing to write... an experience I have no words to express... it is another thing to come back later and read... and wonder how such could come through these hands.
I still feel like I am going nowhere sometimes in my dream. So I go back to "reality" and try to play the game of numbers, and I am better at it... and don't mind it on many days, but I come back to feeling like I'm not really fullfilling the purpose I came here for... to touch lives...
And then one day I shared my dream of healing with a client of mine, and she said that every time I came up to do her books, I was healing them financially... and all of a sudden it was okay to be in that world as well.
I wish I knew how to share in a huge way, though. I get feedback about how some I share with have folders now dedicated to my writings... and I am deeply touched, and feel once more that maybe others are starting to hear what I have deeply felt.
I hear a story from time to time that a writing of mine has gone out further than I have ever dreamed it to for a loved one who is struggling and could use what was written. And then it becomes even more important to come back to the keys now and try to touch the inner music I hear so often, and put words around it to come into someone's life.
Last year I won a contest and was invited to go to Las Vegas to accept an award, and meet poets... but I couldn't afford to go, nor could I get in touch with the sponsors, who I felt for the most part just wanted my money anyway. But my ego dwelled on it for some time... the awards, the acclamations... and I had to come to my heart to ask myself why it is I write...
Do I want the fame and glory? And part of me will go off dreaming of such and get caught up in that story for a bit... until I come back to me and realize that I really write to touch lives, not to accept awards. And I go back to my struggle in 'the real world' and watch as young kids selling hatred and fear put gold around their bodies and live in big cribs, and I get angry that the world is so, and that the market sells trash and I decide that I would rather be poor and touch lives where I can, and play the safe game of working in an acceptable fashion for money.
And then I wonder if I am touching any lives at all.
So as I sit here alone in the early morning... some days I feel like I'm just spinning. And so I go back to 'reality' to be safe again... but the writer in me always returns...
So Bruce... if no one is listening out there (and you know better now!), at least you are listening as you write, and hope and dream. And your world is a better place because you are learning from your heart! You feel inside that this is a wonderful place to be... and it is so!
I spend much of my life thinking about being a writer/musician... and spend most of my life doing accounting. For many years this was an extremely frustrating situation for me. In my youth I could see myself traveling... on stage... writing all the time... always touching lives... and how my ego thrived on the visions. I sure didn't care about the money so much as the fame... and the dreams I could visualize! Actually made it to semi-pro as a musician... traveled all around the southwest with a Military Band...
...then in about the early 20's (my early 20's... which were actually in the late 70's!) reality set in. I was not fond of the military. Oh, I had been writing during most of that time... but at that age, "Emo" had set into my writings (I learned this word a few years ago from my daughter about kids who dwell on drama...) (and like to wear black).
So I chose the safe path. My second love had been numbers... and I am pretty sure a good part of my decision to be safe is that I really wanted to be a father. So I met a gal, got a degree, and began a career.
I won't go through all the wonderful drama of that game! That's not the reason for this post! But around it all I would come back to the late night, early morning from time to time when my muses play, and would write again.
For a while in the mid to late 80's the writings got very dark, as did my thoughts, and there finally came a night when we had a ceremony to burn all that negative energy... my little family who for the most part probably didn't quite understand why dad had to do this...
When I get writing... I get writing... and I get very deep and attached to only that... while my 'normal' life takes a beating, and I feel like I let my family down. Time after time I put my heart's desire back on the shelf to fit into 'reality' but sooner or later the writer within me has to come out and play.
Some time ago I began to hear about, and then learn about balance. About the need to express both in my life. I'm still not the best about it... but getting lots better.
We've been watching "The Waltons" series on television lately. I pay close attention to John Boy, because I was exactly where he was at 17. I loved writing more than anything, and could lose myself in it. But whereas he is a story teller, I tried to tell the stories of the heart through poetry. I began what I called "A Poet's Journal" and have been adding to it for over 30 years now. On and off. When life allows... and that is never as much as I have always wanted.
I have met becoming musicians who have put my words to music. I have heard my words in song, but not by anyone who had the power to make them go very far. A friend of mine put together enough music some time ago to play a concert for my mother, wife and kids for over an hour... and it touched me deeply.
I have a sister in law who put music to one of my writings once... and has played it from time to time herself, but doesn't really have time, like me, to help it go anywhere.
About 3 years ago I began to feel the power of the internet. And all these writings I have been putting together time after time in new ways as our tecnology changed finally got a chance to come out to the light of day a wee bit.
I began using e-mails to send my deeper thoughts. I have always through all of this wanted to touch lives that were hurting... and let us all know that we are okay... even though a lot of days I don't really believe it myself sometimes!
So many early mornings I come to the keys, and I will close my eyes and begin. I'm glad I learned typing, because I will write by feel for a long time before I open them again, hearing the inner song of my heart, or the inner song of the music of souls. And when I open them and read, I am more amazed every time. It is one thing to write... an experience I have no words to express... it is another thing to come back later and read... and wonder how such could come through these hands.
I still feel like I am going nowhere sometimes in my dream. So I go back to "reality" and try to play the game of numbers, and I am better at it... and don't mind it on many days, but I come back to feeling like I'm not really fullfilling the purpose I came here for... to touch lives...
And then one day I shared my dream of healing with a client of mine, and she said that every time I came up to do her books, I was healing them financially... and all of a sudden it was okay to be in that world as well.
I wish I knew how to share in a huge way, though. I get feedback about how some I share with have folders now dedicated to my writings... and I am deeply touched, and feel once more that maybe others are starting to hear what I have deeply felt.
I hear a story from time to time that a writing of mine has gone out further than I have ever dreamed it to for a loved one who is struggling and could use what was written. And then it becomes even more important to come back to the keys now and try to touch the inner music I hear so often, and put words around it to come into someone's life.
Last year I won a contest and was invited to go to Las Vegas to accept an award, and meet poets... but I couldn't afford to go, nor could I get in touch with the sponsors, who I felt for the most part just wanted my money anyway. But my ego dwelled on it for some time... the awards, the acclamations... and I had to come to my heart to ask myself why it is I write...
Do I want the fame and glory? And part of me will go off dreaming of such and get caught up in that story for a bit... until I come back to me and realize that I really write to touch lives, not to accept awards. And I go back to my struggle in 'the real world' and watch as young kids selling hatred and fear put gold around their bodies and live in big cribs, and I get angry that the world is so, and that the market sells trash and I decide that I would rather be poor and touch lives where I can, and play the safe game of working in an acceptable fashion for money.
And then I wonder if I am touching any lives at all.
So as I sit here alone in the early morning... some days I feel like I'm just spinning. And so I go back to 'reality' to be safe again... but the writer in me always returns...
So Bruce... if no one is listening out there (and you know better now!), at least you are listening as you write, and hope and dream. And your world is a better place because you are learning from your heart! You feel inside that this is a wonderful place to be... and it is so!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
SOME RAMBLINGS
The cycles of my life seem to come around to April as the beginning of all things. I was born on the 23rd of April, and began my life journey in the spring. How appropriate.
I ended the tax season again yesterday... well not quite, but I did at the CPA Firm I have now been at since 2000. So today is like a beginning again! April always is. I feel new again, after having felt so old for a while now.
The thing I have enjoyed about this blog site is that I can write, and share what I have written. I don't know how many view it, but I like to see my creations come to life on the big computer screen, so I enjoy it myself.
Our world is getting more connected to the internet. I found one of those sites the other day that everybody keeps in touch with everybody else on, and immediately found my best friend from high school I haven't heard from or seen in years, saw many family members there, and saw old friends sites almost everywhere. To me, that is a miracle. Laurel took to it pretty well herself!
I have always enjoyed people, and interacting with people, and sharing thoughts with people. Laurel is shy around folks, but she can be with them through the internet, and have her space at the same time.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I can hear the arguments on both sides...
To me, it just is! All things have their positive/negative charges, but all things are needed in some way or another! I'm glad Laurel can share her world this way... pictures and thoughts of hers that the world can see. She is a beautiful person, but so few know it! To me, I am glad to share the computer keys with her and let her express!
But I like having this site to myself! Selfish maybe!
But I love having a forum to write from that goes outside of my computer. I have been storing writings in my computer for many many years, and it's time to let them wander out into the world now!
It is another new spring... and time for new growth to begin again!
I ended the tax season again yesterday... well not quite, but I did at the CPA Firm I have now been at since 2000. So today is like a beginning again! April always is. I feel new again, after having felt so old for a while now.
The thing I have enjoyed about this blog site is that I can write, and share what I have written. I don't know how many view it, but I like to see my creations come to life on the big computer screen, so I enjoy it myself.
Our world is getting more connected to the internet. I found one of those sites the other day that everybody keeps in touch with everybody else on, and immediately found my best friend from high school I haven't heard from or seen in years, saw many family members there, and saw old friends sites almost everywhere. To me, that is a miracle. Laurel took to it pretty well herself!
I have always enjoyed people, and interacting with people, and sharing thoughts with people. Laurel is shy around folks, but she can be with them through the internet, and have her space at the same time.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I can hear the arguments on both sides...
To me, it just is! All things have their positive/negative charges, but all things are needed in some way or another! I'm glad Laurel can share her world this way... pictures and thoughts of hers that the world can see. She is a beautiful person, but so few know it! To me, I am glad to share the computer keys with her and let her express!
But I like having this site to myself! Selfish maybe!
But I love having a forum to write from that goes outside of my computer. I have been storing writings in my computer for many many years, and it's time to let them wander out into the world now!
It is another new spring... and time for new growth to begin again!
Monday, February 23, 2009
IMAGINE
Imagine that in this very moment there is only Joy.
Extremely hard to do... at first. Pain is known, and preferred, it seems. Drama!
Imagine that in whatever is here this moment, I called it to me...
Extremely hard to accept... at first. Easier to blame the outer world.
Imagine that the outer world is only reflection of the inner thinking processes...
Extremely hard to visualize... at first.
Until one practices creating what is really wanted... one doesn't realize that Joy in all things is possible...
...at first.
Extremely hard to do... at first. Pain is known, and preferred, it seems. Drama!
Imagine that in whatever is here this moment, I called it to me...
Extremely hard to accept... at first. Easier to blame the outer world.
Imagine that the outer world is only reflection of the inner thinking processes...
Extremely hard to visualize... at first.
Until one practices creating what is really wanted... one doesn't realize that Joy in all things is possible...
...at first.
Monday, February 2, 2009
NOW
A new hour...
A New Day...
A New beginning...
It is now that Is existance. All else is illusion, or perception, if you will. The moment that is lived is the only moment alive. Why do I drag past and present and what if into the mix? With all that baggage, I cannot live in the moment.
It is only in the moment that I can be effective.
It is only in the moment that effectiveness can happen.
That is magic, at it's very core.
I Am....
A New Day...
A New beginning...
It is now that Is existance. All else is illusion, or perception, if you will. The moment that is lived is the only moment alive. Why do I drag past and present and what if into the mix? With all that baggage, I cannot live in the moment.
It is only in the moment that I can be effective.
It is only in the moment that effectiveness can happen.
That is magic, at it's very core.
I Am....
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Flight Back from the Gardens...
My close friend who introduced me to this Blogging bit also led me to another blogger who I have really enjoyed following... when I can. I was intrigued by her latest posting... she talked about a movie she and her husband had recently seen, and made the comment that they had found so many scenes that could have been taken right from their own life story...
and then further down in her December postings she mentioned having been tagged by one of her friends to "leave a list" of those things that exposed some of herself to the blogging world... by catagory.
I was curious to hear more of the movies she identified with, and if the Librarian checks in, I would like to check into her site some time and find a similar list as I am going to give below... (go to the gardens and look amongst the flowers for her Marley & Me posting...) if she gets the chance!
MOVIES THAT I HAVE FOUND MYSELF IN: (AND WHO I WAS... INCOGNITO!)
1. Mr. Holland's Opus... (Mr. Holland, and a touch of his deaf son)
2. August Rush... (August... and a great deal of Robin William's Character)
3. You've Got Mail... (who doesn't love being Tom Hanks in their alter ego!)
4. Lord of The Rings (Aragorn, Gandalf... and a touch of Legolas... I run like Gimli!)
5. Bucket List... (Morgan Freeman's expression... a letting go of responsibility leading to a deeper commitment to faith...)
6. It's a Wonderful Life... (Both Clarence and Bill Bailey... I play both parts in the infamous "you don't exist" sequence.
7. Bruce Almighty... (Oh, this one's a no brainer!)
8. A Beautiful Mind... (I don't even own this one... it was so intense for me...)
9. A Charlie Brown Christmas... (Lots of Linus in me, and lots of good old Charlie Brown!)
10. The Jazz Singer... (Neil Diamond has always nailed down my soul in song, and in that flick!)
and then further down in her December postings she mentioned having been tagged by one of her friends to "leave a list" of those things that exposed some of herself to the blogging world... by catagory.
I was curious to hear more of the movies she identified with, and if the Librarian checks in, I would like to check into her site some time and find a similar list as I am going to give below... (go to the gardens and look amongst the flowers for her Marley & Me posting...) if she gets the chance!
MOVIES THAT I HAVE FOUND MYSELF IN: (AND WHO I WAS... INCOGNITO!)
1. Mr. Holland's Opus... (Mr. Holland, and a touch of his deaf son)
2. August Rush... (August... and a great deal of Robin William's Character)
3. You've Got Mail... (who doesn't love being Tom Hanks in their alter ego!)
4. Lord of The Rings (Aragorn, Gandalf... and a touch of Legolas... I run like Gimli!)
5. Bucket List... (Morgan Freeman's expression... a letting go of responsibility leading to a deeper commitment to faith...)
6. It's a Wonderful Life... (Both Clarence and Bill Bailey... I play both parts in the infamous "you don't exist" sequence.
7. Bruce Almighty... (Oh, this one's a no brainer!)
8. A Beautiful Mind... (I don't even own this one... it was so intense for me...)
9. A Charlie Brown Christmas... (Lots of Linus in me, and lots of good old Charlie Brown!)
10. The Jazz Singer... (Neil Diamond has always nailed down my soul in song, and in that flick!)
The Year 2008 - All my Creative Efforts Exposed
As it will take little time (from my point of view, at least!) to post to the Blog the whole of my writings for 2008, I shall do so now... in order of first appearance in my computer...
(Hang in there... there are only 5 pieces to peruse!)
May these touch your heart, as they have touched mine.
(Hang in there... there are only 5 pieces to peruse!)
May these touch your heart, as they have touched mine.
How did I make it to 2008?
How did I make it
to this moment in time?
How did earth survive
the horror I was taught in my youth
that we would endure?
Growing up in the cold war,
most of us didn’t believe
we would see
the 1990’s come to be.
What happened to the destruction
we were supposed to
unleash
against each other?
Oh, there are still many
who seek such,
or perhaps believe such…
Caught up in the stone of cultural
predictions,
and the horror we have all believed
was our “inalienable right”
as the enemies of God.
Mortal man.
Only a very few were supposed to be elected
to be with god
and the rest could go to hell.
That was (and is)
such a pervading belief
in the halls of
the “Politically Correct.”
Several years ago the
“Holy Wars”
started to be fought in earnest all over
our much diminishing world.
Always the children bickering
over who God loves most.
So at the beginning of this new year I ask…
How did we make it to this moment in time?
January 1, 2008….
I look out my window and find
blue and beautiful skies.
I hear the soft breathing
of family and friends sleeping away
last night’s celebration of yet
another turning of the wheel.
And I look in my heart to the loved ones I see
in my daily activities,
both at work and play.
And we have survived yet again
the coming of a new year.
More and more I know
that all of earth’s children
(animal, vegetable and mineral)
are the rightful heirs
of Deity…
however we all conceive of that.
And yes, as all years bring,
there are many horror stories
thrown to the winds…
and many hopeless,
lost in fear’s damnable clutches.
Yet in this moment,
more live on the planet than have ever been,
at least in the form of man.
And for whatever reasons,
we have yet to fully destroy ourselves
as a whole
(as the prophet’s have always foretold…)
I awoke to a day of hope.
Lately I do more often than not.
A huge peace entered my heart
some time ago
that refuses to depart.
I started believing in me.
I started believing that
I really wasn’t a doomed being at all.
And looking out from my shell
I began to realize
that no one around me
carried that status as well.
Not the flocks in the field,
or the fowls of the air,
or the flora and fauna that support
the life of all.
I realized a while back
that I had bought into the “Lie”
that I was separate
from all there is…
that somehow I had deserved to be
“separated from God.”
The only change I made
from transforming sorrow
to Joy
was to seek inside my own heart,
and find that I never had been separated at all.
It has all been an illusion
of man’s desire…
Not the reality of Creation.
Hello 2008!
When I was young I never thought
to see your day!
It has come.
And perhaps the stories I was taught in my youth
“of the end of my world”
came true after a fashion
after all.
The world I knew then does not exist,
at least,
not the perceptions I held then!
I have grown.
I have changed.
I have “transformed”
into a much more mature version
than I could have
conceived of then.
The biggest decision
I found that ever had to be made
in the game of this life
was ultimately very simple.
Choose Fear.
Or choose Love.
Both are powerful,
but only one is real.
The path I find myself on,
on this morning of reflection
and introspection,
has been a fun one!
A Joyous One!
Oh how quickly the sorrows and fears
melted out of my personal life…
The day I chose love.
Welcome 2008.
BKBushman 1-01-2008
How did I make it
to this moment in time?
How did earth survive
the horror I was taught in my youth
that we would endure?
Growing up in the cold war,
most of us didn’t believe
we would see
the 1990’s come to be.
What happened to the destruction
we were supposed to
unleash
against each other?
Oh, there are still many
who seek such,
or perhaps believe such…
Caught up in the stone of cultural
predictions,
and the horror we have all believed
was our “inalienable right”
as the enemies of God.
Mortal man.
Only a very few were supposed to be elected
to be with god
and the rest could go to hell.
That was (and is)
such a pervading belief
in the halls of
the “Politically Correct.”
Several years ago the
“Holy Wars”
started to be fought in earnest all over
our much diminishing world.
Always the children bickering
over who God loves most.
So at the beginning of this new year I ask…
How did we make it to this moment in time?
January 1, 2008….
I look out my window and find
blue and beautiful skies.
I hear the soft breathing
of family and friends sleeping away
last night’s celebration of yet
another turning of the wheel.
And I look in my heart to the loved ones I see
in my daily activities,
both at work and play.
And we have survived yet again
the coming of a new year.
More and more I know
that all of earth’s children
(animal, vegetable and mineral)
are the rightful heirs
of Deity…
however we all conceive of that.
And yes, as all years bring,
there are many horror stories
thrown to the winds…
and many hopeless,
lost in fear’s damnable clutches.
Yet in this moment,
more live on the planet than have ever been,
at least in the form of man.
And for whatever reasons,
we have yet to fully destroy ourselves
as a whole
(as the prophet’s have always foretold…)
I awoke to a day of hope.
Lately I do more often than not.
A huge peace entered my heart
some time ago
that refuses to depart.
I started believing in me.
I started believing that
I really wasn’t a doomed being at all.
And looking out from my shell
I began to realize
that no one around me
carried that status as well.
Not the flocks in the field,
or the fowls of the air,
or the flora and fauna that support
the life of all.
I realized a while back
that I had bought into the “Lie”
that I was separate
from all there is…
that somehow I had deserved to be
“separated from God.”
The only change I made
from transforming sorrow
to Joy
was to seek inside my own heart,
and find that I never had been separated at all.
It has all been an illusion
of man’s desire…
Not the reality of Creation.
Hello 2008!
When I was young I never thought
to see your day!
It has come.
And perhaps the stories I was taught in my youth
“of the end of my world”
came true after a fashion
after all.
The world I knew then does not exist,
at least,
not the perceptions I held then!
I have grown.
I have changed.
I have “transformed”
into a much more mature version
than I could have
conceived of then.
The biggest decision
I found that ever had to be made
in the game of this life
was ultimately very simple.
Choose Fear.
Or choose Love.
Both are powerful,
but only one is real.
The path I find myself on,
on this morning of reflection
and introspection,
has been a fun one!
A Joyous One!
Oh how quickly the sorrows and fears
melted out of my personal life…
The day I chose love.
Welcome 2008.
BKBushman 1-01-2008
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
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
Revelation
In a dream
I walked onto
the Planet.
In a moment of innocence
I walked into
a game of horrors
and fear.
In a nightmare,
I walked into
this system known
as Sol.
In despair
I found a spark.
In hopelessness,
I found
a key.
I turned from the visions
of the outward journey,
so full of hatred,
and confusion,
and hopelessness…
In despair I turned inward.
Locking out the confusion
of the outer vision
of Earth,
I began to sense
an order.
I began to sense
a calm
I began to sense
a being
beyond that
which I had been
taught
about myself.
In so doing,
I finally began to grasp
the being that
is ME.
I began to understand
that I am part
and whole,
and part of
ALL THAT IS.
It was then,
that fear began
to leave my heart.
Love is indeed
a heady Balm.
BKBushman 06-23-2008
In a dream
I walked onto
the Planet.
In a moment of innocence
I walked into
a game of horrors
and fear.
In a nightmare,
I walked into
this system known
as Sol.
In despair
I found a spark.
In hopelessness,
I found
a key.
I turned from the visions
of the outward journey,
so full of hatred,
and confusion,
and hopelessness…
In despair I turned inward.
Locking out the confusion
of the outer vision
of Earth,
I began to sense
an order.
I began to sense
a calm
I began to sense
a being
beyond that
which I had been
taught
about myself.
In so doing,
I finally began to grasp
the being that
is ME.
I began to understand
that I am part
and whole,
and part of
ALL THAT IS.
It was then,
that fear began
to leave my heart.
Love is indeed
a heady Balm.
BKBushman 06-23-2008
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
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
LOVE IS SPOKEN HERE…
With so much fear
and anger and sorrow
and despair
cast into the airwaves
of our world,
it is hard to recognize,
let alone realize,
that love is still spoken here
on the planet.
The quiet sound of peace
has never ceased to be,
Though our noise has long
overshadowed it.
Open the heart to quiet
for only a moment or two in your day.
Soon you will understand
what she has to say,
for of all the languages that abound,
surround
And divide us at best…
In rest and repose,
we will recover our universal song…
where all of us belong.
In the music of stillness,
Listen.
It only takes a little practice
To relearn the Universal tongue…
BKBushman 12-31-2008
With so much fear
and anger and sorrow
and despair
cast into the airwaves
of our world,
it is hard to recognize,
let alone realize,
that love is still spoken here
on the planet.
The quiet sound of peace
has never ceased to be,
Though our noise has long
overshadowed it.
Open the heart to quiet
for only a moment or two in your day.
Soon you will understand
what she has to say,
for of all the languages that abound,
surround
And divide us at best…
In rest and repose,
we will recover our universal song…
where all of us belong.
In the music of stillness,
Listen.
It only takes a little practice
To relearn the Universal tongue…
BKBushman 12-31-2008
And a final bonus... an "easter egg" if you will for having stuck it out this long on this blog... this morning's effort... my first for 2009...
(…….)
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Quiet time is listening,
and in listening
there is much to hear…
Even in silence.
Listen to the silence of your mind…
the mind beyond the chatter.
Does it matter to drop the
storyline of your day
and play in silence?
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
The language of God
is silence.
When Ego stops letting God know
how it should be…
then God can finally be heard…
in silence.
The still small voice
is…
BKBushman 01-03-2009
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Quiet time is listening,
and in listening
there is much to hear…
Even in silence.
Listen to the silence of your mind…
the mind beyond the chatter.
Does it matter to drop the
storyline of your day
and play in silence?
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
The language of God
is silence.
When Ego stops letting God know
how it should be…
then God can finally be heard…
in silence.
The still small voice
is…
BKBushman 01-03-2009
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