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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

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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

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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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Quiet and Clear

Distraught and struggling
an answer to find,
to a question not heard.

Too often, lonely lives
in the thick of action,
whirling activity draining
the energy of who you are.

A journey toward lonely,
not always alone,
such is met.

Your work demands,
in working, expectations
soar, with no control.
Letting go, foreign.

A question
beautifully asked
intent unobstructed
seats you in the moment.

Let go, into
the question
listen, from that
present seat.

Comfort it’s not about
to disturb, not meant,
but both will occur
as the question opens.

Trusting what stirs within,
voices blend
quietly, clearly.

–J. Brunson

Accompanying Post: Rhythm

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Quietly I stand
with questions new
yet fully formed.
Where they point
I know I can trust.
The questions direct me
inside
to a past, to a future
a now, of who I am.

Long ago now
courage found me
and I stepped
to the edge.

At that edge
at that time
a future
not mine.

So on I walked
along the brim
of vulnerability
packing knowledge
plucking experience.

Guided I’ve been
by a passion
to arrive, not at a place new
but to where I’ve always been.

Simplicity
my own.
A simple focus
from the core.
Strengths and limitations one.
This is Trueness.

This is life
on the edge.

–J. Brunson

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There is verse
for the journey
essential.

The journey itself
is verse spoken
in our very steps.

Rhythm it seems
is at once
inside of us
outside of us.
Within.
Without.

Life-giving to the journey
the notes
of this rhythm.

Life itself
is to play
the notes.
An arrangement
all our own
yet in harmony
with all playing.
Totality.
Oneness.

Each as we are
images
of the whole.

What might this mean
to you
who is asked to lead?

For one
it asks much.
Nothing it asks
not already present
within.
Simply it asks
it to live
without.

Hold & Release
Life & Living
Desire & Intent

The rhythm of journey
beautifully complete
completely beautiful
when played
inside and out.

–J. Brunson

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Focus – A Pouring

I pour a cup
drink.
I pour for another
they drink.

To pour energy into anything
is to share the very self
in some form
with another.

As I pour self
am I used up?
Yes.
And no.

Depleted yes
what the cup held
yet at the source
more is brewing.

To source remaining connected
fully used up I cannot be
never really empty
again I’m filled.

It’s time to pour
once more.

—J. Brunson

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