Possession

I’m grateful,
as I’m finding a place, a niche
in my consciousness,
where I can slip into a groove
of Joy.

In this groove, there is separation.
Separation from opinion
Separation from untruth
Separation from, well,
Possession.

More specifically; from being possessed
by the wrong things.

I am possessed by only those I Love.
And that is the possession
I value.

–J. Brunson

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A New Home

A Boy
Middle of the year
5th Grader.
A new home
A new school.

My dad had changed jobs to relocate us back to our home state of Mississippi. So, we moved from Florida (the second time) to a town where we had not lived before – in January.

When school resumed after the Christmas holidays, my mom took me to my new school. We went the principal’s office, mom gave them my information, and someone walked me to my my new teacher and her class already in session.

In that school, you entered each classroom from the back. The door, and the aisle to the front, was between the first and second rows to the right of the room (or stage-left for the teacher). My escort and I stopped in the doorway, and she said, “We have a new student.” Each student in the room turned around and looked at me as my escort left me standing there alone.

I remained briefly in that solitary position wondering what to do next. Then suddenly, a boy sitting in that first row to the right, stood up, walked back where I stood, took my trench coat, hung it on a rack, and led me to an open seat in that first row.

As of this date of writing this down, this happened almost 55 years ago … and each time I tell this story, and as I capture it in writing, tears come to my eyes.

It’s about time I wrote it down!

Thank You Steve!

A Heart of Wonder

Stillness,
how necessary
for our movement
in the world,
time to absorb
blessing, for the sake
of expanding.

To expand is to wonder.
To wonder is to expand.
Trueness pondered,
voice amplified,
expectations released
into the flow.

We spread, not to cover
nor overshadow.
But self to decrease
and Trueness to increase;
we then
feel the rhythm
hear the middle melody
see the impact,
and know oneness
in the experience.

Experience
places memory pins
on the track of my journey,
tying together
the privilege I’ve known
through the Spirits
encountered.

Oneness, a reality
difficult to grasp
without the strength
of Love.

But oneness, like it or not,
was ordained, at the beginning,
at the foundation,
at the source
of the flow.

–J. Brunson

Encouragement is Love

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

The Word

Saying it, the word
often we may not
but unfolding, the essence
often we must.

Something to be feigned, it is not
fingers placed quickly to lips
demanding never again to lie.

For another can patiently be
observing, as time together goes
trusting, the essence to manifest
accepting the word when spoken.

The word itself
used precisely, or not
just the same, felt
by giver
by receiver
when from truth it flows.

To make one’s mark
to leave an impression
to know you’ve made
an impact
this is the stuff
of treasure, true gold
found in the self
the self you are
founded on the reality
of who you are.

The word
yes, the essence
originates in, with
and from, this reality.

–J. Brunson

"Essence" by Anna Sabino

“Essence” by Anna Sabino