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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

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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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Mystery
not the agent of fear,
of what we are afraid.

The absurdity of it all,
our angst, our anxiety,
fixed in a demand to control.

Whatever is missing
has been dismissed
in the waste of fear.

And mysterious still
how one might believe,
ever was there
any chance of control.

What then was dismissed
from fear, without thought?

Was it loss?
Was it love?

Providence not trusted,
in the flow of it all, it all
moves with us, or without us,
but so wants the divineness
of our presence.

In a loud world,
a distracting swirl,
silence is a mystery.

But silence we need,
for more than a bit, to hold,
and without judgment, release.

Letting go,
how can this be,
possibly be,
the way to steer,
a source to guide?

Simple it is,
to be led out there
one has to be guided
in here.

And the source,
the guide,
from your beginning,
is away from the fray.

In the silence,
in the depths
of The Presence,
is the middle
of your being.

Here, in the middle
of who you are,
since the start,
is inclusive freedom.

–J. Brunson

Silent Mystery - by Anna Sabino

Silent Mystery – by Anna Sabino

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A long and loving look
at what is before me
a page-turner of a book
a beautiful picture of reality.

Precious is my time
in the stream to be still
in the flow-of-it-all metaphorically
metaphorical not meaning not real
quite real it is
in what I see, hear, and feel.

Yes, in the stream splash trout
indeed a noise resounds
and if no one to hear is about
beauty still issues and abounds.

To flow is to be still
to be still is to flow
the holding makes me real
and releasing causes me to grow.

Yes, long and loving
is how I must continue to see
and still and flowing
is the experience of reality.

–J. Brunson

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A heart thought
just Be.
Be grateful in the being.
Allow gratefulness to fill.
Allow gratefulness to fulfill.

Okay, I’m in.
Today I will walk in gratitude.
Today I will do any and all
I do
with a grateful heart
and a mind of grateful thoughts.

It doesn’t have to be fast
these actions
these thoughts.
Each only has to be real.
The real me
since the beginning
just being
relaxed in the flow of it all.

At such source
I am reminded
in full, complete compassion
that all is one
now
being with the moment
I can see reality.

−J. Brunson

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Love – Being Faith

I know the work I do in this world
is good; of this I have no doubt.
Of doubt I do have—and therefore—
of doubt that has me,
I pray release.

This rhythm, this verse
of doubt is not about.
But about the faith
that erodes all doubt.

Of all doubt
I pray release
through a faith
growing ever more strong
in Love.

Careful I must be
I know.
Because to grow
stronger in Love
is not something
on a list to do.

Love
is done to me.
Love
is first given
to me.

Then … only then
is Love mine to give.

At such point
it is all about the being.

In such truth
I must trust.

To be with faith
is to flow.
To be in and with flow
is to be
faith itself.

—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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