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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

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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