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From the Beginning

Love is where I came from,
and love is where I’ll return.
In-between, intended it was,
love meant to guide and lead.
In reality love always did,
sadly, I didn’t always listen.
But now, blessed opportunity
and gift of awareness, I
can hear the voice of love
in everything I see–
but aware I must remain,
Wading
Walking
Wondering.
It’s my time to live,
live according
to the Trueness
given me
from the beginning.

–J. Brunson

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Simply Chosen

Once said to me,
a wise friend’s words,
Everything is a choice.

What in our world might change,
if engaged by her words, we each
accepted choice, as fact?

A history of sin, seemingly ingrained,
could we put it aside, and
with intention, forgive everything;
and offer our energy, individually
to the moment, where we find
ourselves together?

One-by-one we would then
hold together, in the present,
all that has been, and
all that can be.

And in such present space
might we know, see through
hope, that everything belongs,
and nothing is wasted
in choosing a love view?

Now seeing, a clear lens
of love in play, we trust
a view, from the pinnacle
of original intent, to serve
a story unfolding,
for me, for you, for us.

–J. Brunson

Voluminous Silence

Older I grow, and more I know
the power of words, lessoned.

From all I know,
from all experience,
realize I do, that words,
carefully selected, must be.

There was a time, I talked,
mostly to hear myself,
a self thinking, smarter
than reality.

It has a way, reality does,
of teaching lessons difficult,
and beyond the ego of it all.

Self, falsely founded, sinks
into an abyss of Trueness,
dark devastation it seems,
but bright and brilliant
in reality it is; light
so bright, Trueness
suddenly shining fully,
blinded we are, by an
original self.

And now a time, a presence
filled with less talk, less words,
trusting silence, imbued
by love, to speak volumes.

–J. Brunson

A ping from the soul
the spirit hears,
resonance within
the walls of experience.

Truly hearing, beyond
feigned listening
we come together;
a reverberating oneness
in the oneness of vibration.

In the 20/20 of resonance,
sightful clarity,
a resonant moment
becomes a hologram
of all that is true.

To resonate is to flow
the sound of peace
in the middle we know.

Living each question,
holding with care,
welcoming each paradox,
I let go into the flow.

–J. Brunson

In the distance behind me
old beliefs fade,
not before in due time
breaking me open.

In anger, freeing me
to see futility
in a way not serving.

In anger to stay
a cowardly way would be,
dividing, judging,
unable to hold together
all that belongs.

Anger fades too
moments beckon
confidence builds.
Courage is stirred
in the clear depth
of who I am.

From fear to clear,
encouraging voice,
I step into the opening
of what lies ahead,
saying, with loud love
what is needed,
for your courage,
for our life
along the path.

–J. Brunson

Before we effectively
encounter
outside of self,
we must affectively
encounter
inside of self.

A proper encounter
love of self
self-compassion
employed,
usually settles a matter.

And in the disposition,
necessary it is
self to forgive,
fusing within one’s passion
enthusiasm and suffering.

All that remains then
to do, externally,
is to forgive,
to hold in love
the paradoxical self
of another.

–J. Brunson

Words Between

In quiet faith
allowing
the voice of creation
the audience of my heart,
I trust
the flow
of spirits to my words.

Between the lifeline of a future
and the memory of a past,
I let go and reach out,
only to grasp back
toward the reality of now.

Love for what I do,
Love for whom I do it,
assurance nourished.

Such assurance,
arrogance absent.
Rather, such is
confident presence,
and present love.

Words gather love.
Words grow love.
And pressed between,
I must give words.
I must write for you.

–J. Brunson