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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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The Word

Saying it, the word
often we may not
but unfolding, the essence
often we must.

Something to be feigned, it is not
fingers placed quickly to lips
demanding never again to lie.

For another can patiently be
observing, as time together goes
trusting, the essence to manifest
accepting the word when spoken.

The word itself
used precisely, or not
just the same, felt
by giver
by receiver
when from truth it flows.

To make one’s mark
to leave an impression
to know you’ve made
an impact
this is the stuff
of treasure, true gold
found in the self
the self you are
founded on the reality
of who you are.

The word
yes, the essence
originates in, with
and from, this reality.

–J. Brunson

"Essence" by Anna Sabino

“Essence” by Anna Sabino

Bright Unknowing

Superfluous opinion, you’re not.
Yet trigger pulled, sending brightly
such divisive thinking into the air.

An opinion, only narcissism serves.
Egocentricity, and shallowness lightly,
simply wasting the burst of a flare.

Devastating challenge it was,
when such I realized,
of opinions, I must let go.

Wonderfully freeing it was,
truthful wound cauterized,
of presence, I can now know.

Inauthentic only, an opinion can be,
outwardly lashing,
misrepresentation externally told.

Authenticity, non-dualistic and free,
inwardly flashing,
oneness internally we can hold.

–J. Brunson

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Grounded in Respect

As a child, respectful
with you I can be,
only as first, I
can be with me.

Love honors being.
From the chambers
of love,
voice moves you.

Love honors doing.
From the chambers
of love,
voice moves others.

Being, alone
may withhold resonance.
Released, respectful energy
in a world needy.

Doing, alone
cannot say enough.
However, an amplifier
for voice it can be.

To be unconsciously present
too much the norm,
walking through moments
too conscious of self.

The full flow
of voice it takes
to feel, hear, and see
grasping love
as source and energy.

In the beginning
nothing it cost
to just be.
Trust was easy
from a center
clear and free.

In the moments, loving tension
at our disposal, always.

Being, resting in respectful trust.
Doing, lovingly grounded in trustful respect.

–J. Brunson

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