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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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Everyday Dignity

Each wonderful, we are,
an engaging story,
for need in the world,
to be told.

In the ordinary, is power,
constant opportunity,
To Feel before and beyond
any limiting expectation.
To Hear our own resonant
capacity to be present.
To See the mysterious ease
of everyday things.

The abundance of mystery,
expectation interrupts.
No longer by narrowness be,
misguided by and into judgment.

Permission, allow me to give,
relieving you of the stress,
attempting to create
what you already hold.

A voice from the beginning, free,
resonant strength limitless,
authentically equipped to speak,
gracefully, in the transient flow.

In the space of everyday,
a story to be told,
you are, I am.

–J. Brunson

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The Privilege

The privilege
of being true,
a meaning likely
best fitting
to the yearning
for freedom.

A day offered … each day
actually offered in much the same way;
a chance for presence,
the privilege of being true.

On this day,
in a context of presence,
privilege, upon writing the word,
suddenly, consciously,
includes me.

All of the journey,
all of my steps,
finds me thankful,
continually,
for the spirits I know,
the experience of each
securing the privilege.

The privilege
to know the I
that I am,
made this way,
for these steps,
for this path,
thankful I am
in Trueness.

–J. Brunson

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If we stay
one place
too long,
debilitatingly comfortable
we become.

If we move
too quickly,
too soon,
coldly insensitive
we become.

Longer than anywhere
here I’ve been
where birds sing,
dawn to dark.
But longer still
I’ve journeyed
birdsong always present
of dove, lark.

A choice of control it is not
this next step of transformation,
but more a return
a natural necessity
to live without control.

Expectations hoarded
filters blinding,
never a path found.
Yet self freed
seeing and unfolding,
inner music will abound.

So on I go
to label no need
and on I trust,
privileged
in what I’ll see.

–J.Brunson

Photo by Teri Vickers Metts

Photo by Teri Vickers Metts

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Please, love your work.
for in such love
of hand to till
more apt you’ll be
to love me.

Difficult? No it’s not,
to love in your work
when such application
is a flow natural to you
since the start.

Matter not what took you inside
to your true self.

For at the home of self,
love fires
story flows
generosity presents.

Opened by Trueness
freely and joyfully,
your expression invites me,
opens me,
into my own
true expression.

−J. Brunson

Poem grounded from Skillfully Generous – Love

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And in the telling itself, a living performance,
into and through our own soul
we are transformed …
we become who we are.
−verse 7 of Transforming Trueness (Repose)

Each transition serves a larger transformation.

We are being transformed into who we really are.

And yes, who you really are is … Trueness.

This post closes my typical series of 7. I have hopefully safely navigated through the flow of chapters in Wading the Stream of Awareness.

I have been presenting the power of experience in the unfolding of one’s Trueness. So as I write this last piece, I first take you back through the flow of the previous 6 chapters; so you may see a full process toward Trueness.

Impact
The impact needed today comes through you as you learn to be then do. There is an order and a balance. As a leader, if you feel the tension of such order and balance, then you are standing in the right place.

Desire & Intent
Desire & Intent is a unique moment of opportunity to root a bit deeper into the soil of Trueness. The tension of transition indeed feels like suffering. It is not some thing being made different, it is You.

A New Confidence
A New Confidence is indeed an evolution. Confidence becomes new when your true self moves more clearly into your consciousness and takes precedence over the unconscious false self. Safe in Trueness, you are completely open to the connections.

Voice
In the connections, voice clears. You need the vibrations of these connections. If you walk with others and allow them to walk with you, then you come to know the art of holding in the deepest of reality.

Presence
It is in a deepening commitment to presence that you extend your reach in this world and deepen your impact. In presence you are emboldened to stretch beyond self-imposed limitations and see the transformative energy in congruent action.

Focus
To steadily walk in the art of holding you must allow yourself to be held by your own Trueness. We are released into the unfolding story by your wonderful ability to be with us long enough to understand and then release us into the larger story.

And now …

Love
In the work you do as a leader there is simply no priority higher than that of Love. In Trueness you are free to love us in the balance of your strengths applied.

Trust me, we want to know the story of the real you. And we are thrilled in the blending of our stories.

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For your Trueness
holds your soul well
while you free voice
in the story you must tell.
−verse 6 of Transforming Trueness (Repose)

Oddly enough, I began composing this piece on trueness and focus at a moment when I was questioning my focus in this work I do. From the standpoint of Trueness, I had stumbled in my walk with the art of holding. It Happens.

The stagger in my step came as I found myself looking at a barrier instead of around it. Instead of seeing opportunity beyond, I gave attention to the barrier itself−consequently attaching me to an outcome that is not my desire, my intent, and certainly not in the middle where the two meet and lead me to hold a steady, flowing presence.

Years ago we lived in the deep south in a house that backed to a bird sanctuary. The region in which we lived was on the migration path of the ruby-throated hummingbird. This beautiful little creature was among the many we enjoyed watching right in that backyard. It was fun watching the hummingbirds play and compete for the ports on the feeders loaded with sweet water.

As they drank continuously−storing up energy for the long journey to Mexico−they would get a bit rambunctious with each other. One day while watching them I noticed one bird hovering near the ground and tipping down to look at something in the grass. A tiny head struggled to peer upward and acknowledge the airborne comrade.

It seems in the intoxicating, exuberant play there had been a collision. I opened the sliding glass door, stepped onto the grass, located the little bugger, and placed him in the palm of my hand. I carried him inside and, as it was very early, I stirred my wife from her sleep so we could attend to our little friend.

By the time I had retrieved the bird from the grass, he was pretty out of it. As I carefully held his limp body in an open palm, and as Becky searched for a straw to offer him some drops of energy, he began to buzz in short bursts. Within a few hums he was carefully in flight edging along the glass door and then through the opening to freedom I had left.

Maybe what I’m being asked to learn is, that to more steadily walk in the art of holding, I must allow myself to be held by my own Trueness.

So what exactly is this art of holding? In our own Trueness it is indeed the way we are held; gently, without judgment, and with an openness freeing us into a flowing presence.

Now here’s the best part of my encounter with the little bird. For the remainder of that season, and all of the next, whenever I would walk into the yard while the hummers were playfully feeding, they would all scatter−except for that one little friend. He would land on the limb above my head and sit with me until I returned indoors.

The art of holding is a way with freedom−being with something or someone long enough to understand while releasing promptly into the full and present flow of the larger story.

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