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
Filed under: Ch. 7: Love Tagged: Authenticity, Awareness, Story
