Our horror and blessedness

We live in a mix of horror and blessedness

Trump goes with the horror.

So as a criminal and sinner,

he’s made the country a terrorist nation.

With his supporters, like the empty headed people,

grinning at us in commercials,

and to his lies, they celebrate

“Gee, that all sounds great!” -

Without the blessed…

Which is there,

when we let go of everything,

in a prayer to see only what’s true.

For the heat of horror,

like the fires of hell,

can vaporize momentum.

And happen back to feel just life in the body,

pulsing, without past momentums,

which carried us along,

like the empty headed,

being pressed from all around us,

in a hurry to keep up.

In contrast, the plain pulse of the body is a freedom,

dull and regular, without any confusion,

yet given each moment.

And becomes pleasant,

by surprise,

drawing us deeper,

towards light and radiance…

Such that birds, plants, the warmth of the sun,

and many other blessings,

become more prominent around us…