Do not be distracted
from the peace,
from the presence
that is yours to hold,
that is yours to let go
into your life
into your living,
into a world
grasping for peace
misunderstanding presence.
For to know presence is to know God.
For to know God is to know presence.
We can only love
in the now.
Now is the time
to love.
It is love that saves us,
always has been,
always will be.
–J. Brunson
You know good things.
With such truth,
knowledge, and reality.
Time for you, a self true,
doing your best to see
energy with purpose to be.
Others see, so must you.
Not about ego this seeing,
the truth of where you are,
the truth of where you’ve been,
what you have done.
Why you do
what you do
is given to spirit.
This is trust.
This is faith.
Stand,
and face
the reality
of goodness.
You now move along the path
with life, living and being, doing.
Being who you are, gratefully.
Doing what you do, generously.
–J. Brunson
“The Path” by Anna Sabino
Suffer we must
at some locus
and junctures many.
Yes, no one immune.
For him a suffering visitation.
What the trouble was
for certain known by only he.
Certainly most cared not.
But most certainly not you,
you cared intensely.
Intense, a moniker
for you, presumably.
But only to those
seeing with eyes depthless.
Purposeful
Passionate
Present
abundantly more befitting
to the abundance of impact,
the consequence of your care.
So care you do
and caringly you did
what you knew was right
what you knew was good.
Ultimately, what effect
from the cause of care?
Time does tell, to be sure.
Telling as well, your leading hand
lent with intention
guided by your Trueness.
Driven by connection, purposefully
Drawn toward vision, fulfilling
intentionally you act
in presence clear
clearly trusting
creativity inciting.
–J. Brunson
Soul to soul, a connection made,
once made, one soul, an agent becomes,
and from his agency, soul to soul we stand.
We stand on purpose
and on purpose we stand,
individually, collectively,
propelled by desire, protected by intent;
finding Trueness firm in the two between.
Watching, a pleasure, seeing purpose
flow from you, one to many, many to one.
The tension you hold, a creative discipline
resolute in service,
determined to love.
Your desire, the fire
from which everything ignites,
for the many, for the one.
Your intent, the imprint
of who you are,
on the one, on the many.
Privileged to witness
such true aim
guiding the vessel of impact,
holding fast a trajectory of purpose,
colliding into a work of love.
Individually we understand, and privileged jointly,
we navigate the light and dark mystery
of soulful journey.
–J. Brunson
By what am I driven?
Passion.
By what am I drawn?
Purpose.
What energy desire exerts
I am pushed out.
What power intent beams
I am pulled forth.
Driven out
Drawn forth
desire and intent collide,
strength and weakness
paradoxically one.
In such oneness
passion speaks unashamedly.
In such oneness
purpose speaks clearly.
In such oneness
presence speaks consistently.
True now to who I am
what I need evident.
What I need
Yes, what you need
residing already, right here
where I stand
where you stand.
—J. Brunson
With passion
you begin to listen
With purpose
you open to learn
With presence
you now lead.
Impact
a full force
of conscious living.
Passion drives you,
you know what and why you love.
Purpose draws you,
you know who and when to love.
Presence sustains you,
you know how is trusting the flow.
Impact
from your passion seeded
Impact
from your purpose strengthened
Impact
from your presence actualized.
The love of a leader
a journey you accept, and
thankful we are for the
Impact,
what we know by your rhythm.
—J. Brunson
Demands surround me
they fill my mind
they shush my heart
This must be done now
that needs worried attention
And in such an operating system
fear runs in the background
Found nowhere in such activity
is purpose
In no way drawn out is
my passion
And no one is heard by
my presence
But then
you
you arrive listening
to be heard
wonderful
Being heard I’m drawn out
passion freed
purpose applied
Presence draws out presence
coming together
energy joins energy
we work on
inspired
−J. Brunson
Poem Grounded from Skillfully Generous – Focus
