It Was You


It Was You

I remember when
I first became aware of you.
Moving through me so completely,
I knew in that moment, how much
I would never forget this connection.
My own peace, a circle of breathe
from your lungs.  My own harmony,
your gravity’s embrace, when I leap too high.
My own Self Love, an empty stomach I fill,
by offering myself to your Grace.
Before I even think, that I want for nothing,
you are there, filling in the empty spaces,
without ever letting me know,
it was you.

- jeffrey vionito

The Seeing Shell


I pressed my ear against the shell,
Heard the waves of the ocean in my room
As they spilled into my conical sense.

I closed my eyes and had visions,
saw the sandy beach lowering down
As water rushed over its smooth body.

I bit my tongue and tasted the sea,
Cringed at the salt wound and smiled
As tears like raindrops fell to the wound.

i gathered my life in one breath,
Became dizzy from the scent of the wind
Carrying this liquid night dream to me.

I pressed this shell against my mind
Ripples of reality touched down my spine
From a distant place spiraling within.

Sea shell against ear well, i hear you.
Nautical bone speaker amplifying
All the living waterways of my heart.

You are a remant of an unknown place
Echoing the quiet journey of my life.
I look to you, to dream.  To see beyond.

Yet Listening close, you have led me
into the ocean of my own being
To hear what has always been there.

In this moment i stand in wonder
As the sand and the waves of these bones
Unravel me in peaceful silence.

- jeffrey vionito

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Some people say

the water doesn’t speak

But listen,


As it drips through

A mind in the middle

Of midnight’s sleep.


They say the fire

has not a pair of eyes,

But watch


As it burns in a gaze,

Lighting up every emotion

found in a moment.


There is a doubt

that air can touch freedom.

But feel


As it washes over

Skin, caressing obstacles

And moves beyond.


Many question

that the earth can breathe.

But inhale


its coarse skin,

exfoliating a scent of nature

through its pores.


The world hungers

with a soul emptied palette,

but feast divinely


as emptiness looms

in the mortal belly. Abundance

rises from beyond


the five senses, subsiding –

higher perception is the ethereal table

that leaves no one hungry.


-          Jeffrey Vionito

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Single Feather


Make of me a single feather,
Light enough for the living wind;
Yet still, to gather purpose.

To be aware of this life
A single plume on your wing
Quiet and supple.

I don’t need eyes to see
Or know which way you plan to go
I just want to feel

The wind of your action
Not as a fallen leaf or a flake of snow
But as an agent of purpose

disappearing into your form.
Keep me rooted to your divine will
Just as feet feel the cool earth move
between heal and toes, warm and soft.

- jeffrey vionito

Fading into the Unknown


Some people say
that water doesnt speak.
But listen,

As it drips through
A mind, on the edge
Of midnight’s cup.

They say that fire
Does not have a pair of eyes.
But watch

As it burns in a gaze,
Lighting up every emotion
found in a day.

Some may even doubt
That air can touch freedom.
But feel it,

As it washes over
Skin, caressing obstacles,
And moves beyond.

Many will question
That the earth can breathe.
But inhale it,

The essence of soil
Exfoliates a scent of nature
Through its pores.

The cynical Mind
starves for the etheral palate.
Yet this feast within

Is the true abundance,
Resting behind the stepping stones
Of five senses vanishing

Like five elements fading
Into the unknown, beyond the cradle
Of our cosmic realm.

-jeffrey vionito