Heart of my Heart


Beneath the bone
Of my breast, i hear you
Nestled in rhythm,

A beating ocean
Of crescent moons, collide
In a gentle cycle

I hear you, quietly…
I feel you, pressed against me,
From the inside.

You reside everywhere
Yet often i find myself looking
Looking, looking,

You call out to me
In every sound, yet i quiet
Myself to listen,

To the one place
That all of your greatness
Can be experienced…

My own heart.

- jeffrey vionito

A picture of me and my oldest daughter, Elizabeth, during her visit to Texas! :)

The Paradox of Being Still


Sometimes we say to ourselves that we need some quiet time. We say we need stillness in our lives, to become still. We need isolation to become receptive of all the many things that surround us.  But even in stillness, are we ever really still?

Through a scientific eye there is so much activity that takes place in a human body.  Blood flows, breathing, expanding contracting, consuming and exuding.  Cells constantly grow and repair, die and give way to birth.  Even in the stillness of our own meditation, molecules like galaxies are orbiting around their reactions to the sun and stimulus of our environment.

So in the paradox of our ‘still’ moments, what does stillness exactly mean?  When i look into those quiet times, one thing that i actually gain is the increased awareness of who i am, the true nature of being.  Its a position of being neutral and observational, to witness the world unfolding around me and yet allow myself to experience it with clarity.  When that awareness is strong within me, every activity possesses a certain level of ‘stillness’ that wasnt there before.

Just as easily as i could sit quietly and have my own mind possess the constant bustle of a train station,  an active person living a busy life has the ability to maintain a peaceful stillness within their being.

Perhaps, to say that this state evolves from a physical position of stillness is more of a strategy the mind uses to justify what it needs in order to cooperate with our higher nature.  But whenever i look for the one that states these conditions for conscious awareness, its presence begins to fade away.  And by developing an active awareness in daily life, and letting go of the conditional mind, the capacity to always live in that state of ‘stillness’ becomes less of a ‘doing’ and more of a ‘being’.

- jeffrey vionito

A Way Beyond Words


A Way Beyond Words

Our words with all their grandiose,
add nothing to the vastness of ocean,
waves do not folly in the commotion
of our sounds no matter how verbose.

Thought and words with all their tenses,
add to each, our own soul’s will to thrive,
it is a vehicle through which we drive,
as heart’s mind moves by way of senses.

So often it seems to our greatest dismay,
ideas perceived can keep us contained,
creating a chaos we struggle disdained,
a circling detour, a bedroom in disarray.

Just as courage doesn’t contain the brave,
but helps the spirit to constantly expand,
so it can grow in depth to understand
a noble pursuit of the freedom it craves.

Even the falling, in all the many Love’s,
a bottomless action, not a state of being,
a way of constant living, not an arriving,
always falling to the one we keep above.

If there is any advice this poem may part,
language can bind us from our action,
or make whole our viewpoint of fraction,
our highest power is to choose a start.

But never a complete master can we be,
so long as we seek a finish, and not a way,
this folly will only find us on another day
wave after wave makes a sea of the sea.

- jeffrey vionito