The Power of Being Present

Don’t always feel that you need to be happy and if you are not then something must be wrong. Often this way of thinking leads to further depression and negative emotions which can blind us from experiencing our higher Self. The need to be something is a projection from our true nature. Just be in the awareness of the feelings that exist in this moment. In this moment lies the greatest work. To look closely at what is coming up, instead of where the best place to be is, is the strongest position you can have. This is the closest reach for self awareness to manifest its greatest miracles.

To feel and inquire in this position of ‘suffering’ or ‘disarray’ so much is revealed, so much that we tend to overlook from the projection of our expectations or longings. In this space, the magic of spiritual evolution takes place.

When a mountain climber begins their ascent they don’t look at the very top and stretch their imagination on how to latch a spike into the summit. There first goal lies within there reach. With slow calm solidarity and awareness of their current position they have the greatest power of reaching the infinite peaks that stretch across the sky. But every pull that brings them closer lies within their reach, always.

Steady the awareness in the present moment always. Let that be the sphere of fire from which you wield your greatest transformation. In this realm of magic, the projection of happiness comes to you instead of you having to chase after it. In this realm of magic, you become the mountain and the climber, the fire and the wielder of infinite light.

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Of Storm and Light

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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

Nobody

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Nobody

7am airport breakfast
Busy cafe, eating, drinking
Talking, everyone
Carrying their luggage
Trying to get somewhere.
A man sits at a piano
Entertaining his lament,
his song, a broken
Heart bleeding into keys,
Stopping my appetite
In tears.  Nobody raises up
To the pause in song,
Nobody pauses to feel it
Ache in their bones.
Nobody cries for the lonely
Except the lonely song,
That pulls them deeper
Into their desperate plight.

  – jeffrey vionito

Just the One

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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.

-jv

Path of a Seed – A Tribute to Rumi

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‘Path of the Seed’

Keep moving toward the sun;
focus high, above the blinding soil,
clear away all that keeps
a seed from seeing its Light.

Grace has placed its rays
on the path of which you grow;
follow this amber jewel
to the place beyond the clouds.

Rain may pound your leaves
and push them down
around your stem,
but these are the messengers
from the One.  Receive them,
learn from them, let them
nourish your roots.

Just keep moving toward the sun,
until it pulls each petal back,
one by one, revealing
your ripened bud–
release your Self completely
into every, single, fleeting, moment
that your essence longs
to stretch itself freely
across the blue sky.

  – jeffrey vionito

Waking Toes

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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.

-jv