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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

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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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It was August, mile four,
one of my long walks.
Quiet, peaceful, simple,
thoughts fired into memories.

Feeling, from all those years ago,
the shade of grandparent trees,
porch time with Sallie and Henry.

The memories thick as fireflies
on such a Mississippi evening.

The red and white kitchen table,
the window behind the bench at that table.

The cupcakes,
oh my, the cupcakes!

I was safe, then,
so safe.

Still, there’s safety in the present,
but no one else must hold the pearl.

Yes, that was a tender time,
open and wide.

I was safe, because?
Because of love,
because of love, unconditional.

In such safety,
unconditionally,
every little thing
had meaning.

The source of meaning was from without,
graciously held by those showing me
the pearl of great price,
the Trueness within.

And from within,
now meaning flows.
Then, every little thing had meaning.
Now, up to me it is
to know meaning in
everything belongs.

–J. Brunson

The Moment, by Anna Sabino

The Moment, by Anna Sabino

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Anyone who said it easy
to forgive another
by another to be forgiven,
did not grasp
or let go,
the tension of the space
the hold of such grace.

And there you are, standing
quietly, openly, and lovingly
in that graceful tension.

To stand, effortless you know
it certainly is not
there in presence, often taut,
but there you are
by choice,
for us holding gratitude and generosity, the two
because first, they both were given to you.

But steadfast remain, those we need
like you, powerful with love
empowering us in impartiality.

Your desire encouraging, your intent inspiring
leading us simply
your Trueness, and mine, an equalizer,
forgiveness a relief
to suffering,
and together then, each paradox we live,
and presently, in presence, to each other we give.

–J. Brunson

Accompanying Post: A Flight of Gratitude

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Many years have given
time to working
energy to work

Many things to do
my hands have found
variety I’ve known
and in the process
I’ve been opened by diversity

I’ve been drained
been spilled
I’ve been challenged
been fulfilled

A question I now live
about what to now give
A question to go deeper
A question to go higher

A question for being
A question for doing
a realization of source
an answer
Trueness

Learning from variety
understanding in diversity
ever more I know
voice must flow

In true form
formed by Trueness
I speak from life
I speak for living

If who I am
echoes in any chamber
of your fullness
it is because
you granted my voice
the privilege of resonance
beyond self

–J. Brunson

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Seemingly strange, yes indeed
in the two between, you lead.

Tense it will often feel
the pressure of such place.
Yet it is very real
your leadership in such space.

And space is what you give
from your trueness fitted.
And in this space we live
our own reality committed.

From me, expect only my best
in the swirl of trust, leave the rest.

Gathering
together we see with delight
Giving
together we stand in light
Growing
together we release what is right.

So open us to a creative presence.
And what you’ve diligently gathered
gives us freedom in our essence,
growing us in what has surely mattered.

–J. Brunson

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In-Between Time

For this work I do
it’s time
to be between.
Some work is done
other completion nears
for another, what’s next is in-progress.

About this in-between
better I’ve become
at being here
and volumes still to learn.

No amount of doing
alone
will teach me
only balanced with being
do I see.

Certainly, there are things learned
better by doing
and yes, there are things we know
better from being.

Ultimately, one learns
to trust
in the middle
pressed in-between.

When doing takes a break
when being rests
simultaneously they turn
and face the reality
of Trueness.

−J. Brunson

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