I Know Nothing


Because when i say I know,

i really don’t, but something inside

Feels like it needs to justify;

To fool everyone, that i can fly

So happy, free and high.
But then–
Sometimes when i here truth,

I know it, and something inside

Keeps me silent and content;

Everyone may think i am clueless

But inside i am flying so high

Above the happy and free.

Of Storm and Light


Mighty grey beast Of the royal blue sky
flexing with all your flash and color,
Stealing the crystal prism from the king,
you try to run off with his noble robe.

A single manifestation of the noble place
acting as if you do, when you are being done.
You live with all the thunder of your maker
And yet subtly fear the return home.

You rage on into the late hours of night,
engaging senses of everything you meet.
Your temporal form holds an open space
For awe striking light to seep through.

When the sky draws you back in like a breath
I bet they will all write stories about you,
Remembering the feelings you would pull
From their dormant chests, remembering

How you lived brightly in that moment
While they boarded up windows and doors.
Hiding from the beauty of your light
Hiding from the beauty of their own light.

– jeffrey vionito

Just the One


Nothing exists outside the mind.  The mind is  a living pallette lush with the many colors of perception. It is the proper tool in creating a world that is driven by the passionate guide of the master’s brush.  When we have goals or ambitions, the mind pierces into the soft bubble of its aim, coats itself in the shade of  awareness that is palpable to the vision, and manifests a new life for us to dwell in, a reality that befitting of our time.

But in order to tap into this space of creativity, a part of must dwell in the part of the mind that surrenders to the unlimited ocean of wonder.  whether it is for recreation or building a new life, a part of us must let go of what we know and hone in on  our intuitive thought process so that new thought may arise.

But just as the creation seems real, at best it is the grossest form (most expressed form) of that infinite wonder that dwells within us.  Nothing exists outside the mind.  Without the facilities to perceive everything, all there is, is an ocean of wonder and an infinite light of being. No picture. No paint. No brush. Just the One.


Waking Toes


These toes remind me
To keep moving.  To press firmly
And walk in confidence
Yet remain flexible
to the shifting terrain.
Some toes are hardened
With callouses,  thick like
An old buffalo’s hide
With miles of traveling
in them since birth.
Some are soft and tender,
As a baby’s cheek, warm and calm
After a morning nap; sometimes
The journey exists beyond feet
to the mind and soul alone.
But these toes, stretching out
before me, move forward; bringing
focus like the morning, as i rise
and stretch to the sky, pulling
All my waking energy
up through the One.


Possibility Breathes


Live in the awareness
That the exciting possibility
Of anything, can happen
In the blink of an eye;
Like crisp leaves, when they fall
From trees; coming home
To the smell of fresh baked
Cookies; falling from the sky,
Parachuting through the wind
Rushing up against the root;
Falling madly in Love
with an idea; growing
Up in the hunger
Of a coy pond rippling
With open mouths;
Feasting on possibility’s
Seeds falling into devouring
Soil;  giving back what
Has been received but full
And ripe with fruitful
Possibilities spilling over
Like a basket of hope;
But hope turned into action
Because possibility breathes…
Lifts us up from our knees;
Plants soft green leaves on trees,
And all that is needed
Is a clean window, harnessing
The sunlight; and a keen eye
For looking passed a glare,
To the reflection of the only one
That can add life to it all,
The only one who has the power
To feel the guiding light
Of possibility, leading back
To the only beginning
Of every experience perceived–
the awareness of One’s Self.

– jeffrey vionito

I am Enough


Sometimes when spring comes early
Winter tends to struggle in its farewell.

And the spring leaves that once
Bounced on sunlit youthful limbs
Are forced to bear the weight of rain

Freezing them into frozen pebbles
Encased in the rigid prison of ice.

Frozen one, i see you clearly, as dark
green eminates from your cringing heart

I see the passionate soul longing
For the One that welcomed you here

Bright orange hope shining this birth
Anew, what does the winter want

That it keeps judgment’s bitter grasp on you.
But still something deep inside stays green.

As an internal clock keeps you rooted
To the core of your stalwart tree.

Spring leaf, i see your reflection
Without the sun, our paths parrellell

I too have experienced a different
Shade of hell, molding its experience

Fusing to my being, making an illusion
Of all i was seeing. But this i no shall pass

Says the beat of my heart and the hue
That oozes from your  passionate green

When the seasons strip it all away
And this vibrational color holds its sway

I am reminded of the Source
Of my own eternal root, the yearning
of my essence, echoing the words,

i am enough.

– jeffrey vionito