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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

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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

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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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Oft revealed, a return
to where you began.

Through years unfolding
a trail hacked
hard work a blade.

Beneath each step
a path unfolding.

Tested, fired, purified
confirmed and worn.

Emerging into a clearing
intensity of flow you feel
from the course, schooled to hear
generously opened by what you see.

In this moment, now
you discover yourself.

On one side, steady
on the other, ruffled
and thus, equipped.

From instructor
through instruction
in the now you release
the poetry of presence.

From teaching you came
to learning you return.

–J.Brunson

Accompanying Post: Voice of the Other

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Present Value

A grand grandfather
things he would say
in manners unforgettable
a rhythm in one word.

“Presently” he would respond
when very close we shared
a time between
then and then.

The past
speak it does not
silent to most things new.
The future
too, is mute
of value present and true.

A voice
resonant, clear
calls our name.

Call it does
from a moment.
Call it does
in the moment.

Listen we must,
to hear
is to trust.

And presently we know
then in now,
now in then.

As the grand father taught
resonant and clear
the voice within
in presence only we hear.

–J.Brunson

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To lean on strength
and the authentic self
is to blur the line
between work and play

Odd it is
to blur a line
to bind together
any two things
we must let go
of both

In the letting go
it comes together
the flow of who we are
in the Being
in the Doing

Judged we are not
only by Being
only by Doing
completed by both we are
as Being fills doing
and Doing fulfills being

Not in contradiction
Being and Doing
but necessary partners
for the privilege of seeing
for the directing of energy

–J. Brunson

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At times I walk the trail
beside the Stream.
At times I’m off the path
down in the flow.
Still other times I’m on the wooded side
unseen, and not seeing.

I’ve come to know my steps
as both unique and shared.
Such consciousness holds me
in the place where now I am.

Now is good
it must be
it has to be
it’s all we have.

Joy in the unexpected is ours
but only if we are to such unfolding
open.

Presence is a flow
unceasing.

When by this Stream
held
on the trail beside, walking
in the trees unseen,
I hear the flow.

—J. Brunson

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