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Yes, It Matters

Good and right.
Right and good.
What does it matter?

It matters only
as it matters to you.

And matter it does
that you do what
is good and right,
and right and good,
in moments
where you find yourself
standing
in the middle
of presence,
with presence,
letting go.

About being right
it is not.
About doing good
it is not.

Being the truth
of who you are
guides the truth
of what you do.

Being,
and consistently holding
carefully and confidently
our humanness, together,
assures loving resonance.

Doing,
then placing such energy
in the flow,
unencumbered original self,
flows into generous freedom.

Good and right.
Right and good.
Does it really matter?

It matters really,
as it matters to you;
so it matters to us.

–J. Brunson

Narrative Soul

A voice focused,
the exclusive portal
for inclusive impact.

To fool you, not the intention;
for your own experience, is tangible
and compassionate learning.

To know process
from deep within,
in the source of you,
this is integrity.

Original assumptions,
to forgive, necessary
to free love.

Now found, process needed,
vibrantly living
in a soul’s narrative.

Stories I tell, directed
at your Trueness,
focused for your integrity.

Integrity, what an avocation,
a calling to hold truth
completeness in letting go,
and fullness in the flow.

–J. Brunson

Practically a lifetime ago, it seems.
A moment, enriching the years following.

Assignment given, paper and pen.
Words written, chore completed.

A teacher, called
beyond instruction.

For me, thankfully
a connection made,
important to her,
inspiriting to me.

In the presence of such love,
trust restored, mending animated.

In the presence of such love,
gift of encouragement, given.

In the presence of such love,
intuitive energy, released.

In her loving presence
soul gracefully stunned,
resuscitating resourceful faith.

–J. Brunson

It’s Why I’m Here

To aid and abet
the spirit, and spirituality
of another

Support to give
to one’s voice,
resonant power

Awaiting release, strengths balanced,
flowing methodology at the core;
in the middle, your Trueness.

What you need, now
what is required, always
I must facilitate.

Support to give
in light of a gift,
resonant love

To aid an abet
attention presently fixed
on you

Of all I know,
know how to do,
nothing is greater
voice and gift released,
resonating strength.

The most loving thing I know,
know how to do,
is to encourage you,
your Trueness:
It’s why I’m here.

–J. Brunson

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Courage Elemental

Is it painful,
caterpillar to moth?
To the creature,
probably yes and no.
Yes, in possible struggle from cocoon,
in the unfolding flow of wings.
No, in the middle of joy,
transformative.

Even cocooned, wrapped
in transition,
already a lepidopteran,
secure in process
courage elemental.

What comes forth
from encasement seeming,
appearing new, is not
at all truly new.
What sightfully emerges
beauty original, always
and already present;
as it is with you.

From your past, interest driven.
From your future, strength drawn.
In your present, energy delivered.

–J. Brunson

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Words

Words,
one way written;
yet spoken, a tact different.
But spoken, written
together the words flow,
verses forming, meaning calling.

Words form, aided
by a holding,
by a releasing,
gifting the paradox
in letting go.

In the form itself
fashioned they are, by
experience, by
love; given first
to me, so I now
may give to you.

Words,
calling for more,
more to serve,
to love, more,
in this work
calling me out.

In this work
are words;
from me, for you,
from you, for me.

In this work
is voice;
my voice, your voice,
together we answer.

–J. Brunson

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This is Your Service

From beyond, an elder,
wise words written, saying
All my service becoming prayer,
All my work, play.

According to my service,
which is my work,
and according to my work,
which is my service,
it seems I pray, constantly.

From afar, questions.
In close, questions within.
From both routes, served.
Impact builds.

In my work, loving
impartially and intrinsically,
I yearn for more to serve,
to love,
with the prayer of my work.

–J. Brunson

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