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Love

We reside in a world in need, a world that needs you: the true you.

Enough.

Face facts.

Faith, Hope, Love, yes each one is of utmost importance. And the greatest of these, and all encompassing of these, is Love. No longer issue an apology or be embarrassed by this fact.

Your Trueness will not have its intended impact until you can hold in your own loving hands the reality of you since the beginning, and then offer in loving release this self into a needy world.

You were made from love. Therefore, aware or not, you are love. The world needs love. Become aware. The world needs you!

From the Beginning

Love is where I came from,
and love is where I’ll return.
In-between, intended it was,
love meant to guide and lead.
In reality love always did,
sadly, I didn’t always listen.
But now, blessed opportunity
and gift of awareness, I
can hear the voice of love
in everything I see–
but aware I must remain,
Wading
Walking
Wondering.
It’s my time to live,
live according
to the Trueness
given me
from the beginning.

–J. Brunson

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Absorption

Simple is a strategy. I don’t remember where, or from whom, I read or heard this. I know it caused me great pause in the early years of building my coaching practice as I learned that the more narrow my focus, the broader my impact.

In so many ways, mostly related to openness to awareness, I am encouraged by where we are in this 21st Century. However, it is sad reality that we are losing the ability to take opportunity to focus, to be absorbed by any one thing requiring our attention in order for it to become one with the work of our art.

My maternal grandfather would quite often say to me, “Presently.” As I grew, I assumed he was saying this only to quiet any excitement I was projecting onto the next thing I wanted to do. As I grow closer to the age he was then, I realize he was also teaching me to be present with what was before me, to pay attention.

Indeed, we are free to choose where to place our attention.

Simply Chosen

Once said to me,
a wise friend’s words,
Everything is a choice.

What in our world might change,
if engaged by her words, we each
accepted choice, as fact?

A history of sin, seemingly ingrained,
could we put it aside, and
with intention, forgive everything;
and offer our energy, individually
to the moment, where we find
ourselves together?

One-by-one we would then
hold together, in the present,
all that has been, and
all that can be.

And in such present space
might we know, see through
hope, that everything belongs,
and nothing is wasted
in choosing a love view?

Now seeing, a clear lens
of love in play, we trust
a view, from the pinnacle
of original intent, to serve
a story unfolding,
for me, for you, for us.

–J. Brunson

Words

Each word is a paradox, meaning dependent upon the fully resonant intention of the spirit speaking. And speak the spirit does, and only in presence may the words be both spoken and heard in fullness.

Two sides to one word are often less about opposition and more about a necessary partnership working together for truth. The meaning of each chosen word enhanced by careful union with a successive word, demonstrates a loving connection through intentional presence, and fulfills one’s commitment to truth.

Presence can only speak in truth, a depth of trust freeing words to transport unique resonance into shared presence.

Voluminous Silence

Older I grow, and more I know
the power of words, lessoned.

From all I know,
from all experience,
realize I do, that words,
carefully selected, must be.

There was a time, I talked,
mostly to hear myself,
a self thinking, smarter
than reality.

It has a way, reality does,
of teaching lessons difficult,
and beyond the ego of it all.

Self, falsely founded, sinks
into an abyss of Trueness,
dark devastation it seems,
but bright and brilliant
in reality it is; light
so bright, Trueness
suddenly shining fully,
blinded we are, by an
original self.

And now a time, a presence
filled with less talk, less words,
trusting silence, imbued
by love, to speak volumes.

–J. Brunson

Resonance

The fullness we seek has already filled us within. Such abundance has been pre-coded within the operating system given us since the beginning.

How might I be so certain of this, what I believe as fact? Maybe it’s the courage of faith, or the faith of a courage planted in the soil of Trueness.

The collective problem, employed individually, is in our lack of trust. We tend to not trust simplicity and grace, believing instead that there is always something we must yet do. Mutual love is the essence of presence, of good relationship, and the collective privilege of resonance flowing from uniqueness.

A Bridge to Presence

A ping from the soul
the spirit hears,
resonance within
the walls of experience.

Truly hearing, beyond
feigned listening
we come together;
a reverberating oneness
in the oneness of vibration.

In the 20/20 of resonance,
sightful clarity,
a resonant moment
becomes a hologram
of all that is true.

To resonate is to flow
the sound of peace
in the middle we know.

Living each question,
holding with care,
welcoming each paradox,
I let go into the flow.

–J. Brunson

 

 

Courage

Courage, a being soaring in the clean, blue sky of soul, coming to ground and running as an untamed spirit, to finally mature on the path that unfolds for the one who trusts the oneness of all steps.

Could beauty ever be a thing fearful? Yet at times we are fearfully stunned by the sudden sight of some beautiful wild part of our self on the inner landscape of Trueness.

From Trueness the spirit of path calls saying, Come, it’s safe, your next step. Then seeing each step advancing into another, as the path unfolds, you discover an energy worthy of your trust, and desperately needed in times when blinded by superfluous information.

Steadily walking as such takes courage.

Courage Unfolding

In the distance behind me
old beliefs fade,
not before in due time
breaking me open.

In anger, freeing me
to see futility
in a way not serving.

In anger to stay
a cowardly way would be,
dividing, judging,
unable to hold together
all that belongs.

Anger fades too
moments beckon
confidence builds.
Courage is stirred
in the clear depth
of who I am.

From fear to clear,
encouraging voice,
I step into the opening
of what lies ahead,
saying, with loud love
what is needed,
for your courage,
for our life
along the path.

–J. Brunson

Passion

To follow one’s passion is to embrace, along the journey, both invested love and experiential loss.

Passion, from original definition, is a word of true paradox. To live and act from passion is to hold the tension in the eddy of enthusiasm and suffering. We suffer when, in the lack of fullness, we allow the pressure to divide and separate to invade our thinking and behavior.

Freedom is in the middle, standing firm in each true paradox. With this confident stance we forgive each act of division, and without apology hold the pieces together for the sake of informing more fully our own Trueness.

The Passion Paradox

Before we effectively
encounter
outside of self,
we must affectively
encounter
inside of self.

A proper encounter
love of self
self-compassion
employed,
usually settles a matter.

And in the disposition,
necessary it is
self to forgive,
fusing within one’s passion
enthusiasm and suffering.

All that remains then
to do, externally,
is to forgive,
to hold in love
the paradoxical self
of another.

–J. Brunson

Writing

Encouraged I’ve been by those with the courage to pick up pen and face the page.

The writer, someone most likely never met, even from an age long past, reaches out and touches between soul and spirit the one who cares enough to take in the words.

In this writer, a voice.

In this writer, love.

And when voice vibrates through love, and love resonates from voice, we who read have the privilege to hold the words and release them to another in the power of our own loving presence.

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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