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

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