Mighty as a Snowflake

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What does a mountain
Of knowledge compare
to a single moment
Of complete devotion?

A tender snowflake
drifts its life away
Studying the fullness
Of the unknown
As gravity pulls it
closer to earth.

All of life is spent
accumulating a focus
And then melts away
in one instance
of complete
surrender.

- jeffrey vionito

Pursuit of Passion

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Having experienced life so far i have started to realize that it all comes down to following your heart.  The pulse of existence lies in the call of all things that draw on our passion to live.  Everything that science tells me and spirit guides me to believe says that matter is formed by the constant repetition of energy.  And when we become passionate about something our entire being is responding to a letting loose and acceleration into that manifested pattern.  Just as if there is a cosmic wire connecting us from source to soul, our being responds when we engage the properties of that divine flow. 

In terms of electricity and the harmony of how the current travels, fear, social conditioning and resisting the passion to follow your heart can be like a resistor that is built into a circuit board.  It slows the energy flow and prevents the maximum output from taking place in our life.

It is my belief that just as a resistor is vital in the make up of a circuit, such precursors exist in certain points in our lives to help guide and help us adapt for whats to come based on our natural reoccuring pattern.  It is a part of the harmony despite the lack of understanding its purpose.  But ultimately we have the ability to break through that.  If the passion is strong enough, it will help us to transcend whatever inside of us resists our nature purpose.  By living through the call of all things that draw on our passion, we exceed the limitations of this life and fulfill our souls purpose.

- jeffrey vionito

Happiness

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Happiness

I have felt
what happiness
was supposed
to be like.
Then God said,
just wait
I have only
just begun.

As a miner
lost in his cave
Searching for gold;
Finds thin walls
leading to a paradise
of waterfalls, rich
In wild abundance.

The way closed eyes
Find all things in dreams
still in the dark,
till morning sun
shines light
Through the veil
Of retinal shades,
Before they open up
Into a bright new world

  – jeffrey vionito

Nothing with a Twist

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Nature always reminds me;
The river flows from the spring
And returns to the ocean,

The flower grows from soil,
And Blooms in fullness of the sun
Before it returns to the ground,

That volcanic lava flows
from the earth’s core to surface,
And returns to crust and mantle.

Behind senses, i witness it all
From the quietest part of who i am;
And it returns to me as a mirror.

The Source reveils everything.
Creating a world of discovery without;
removing the doer from the path within.

In divine union,

The spirit alone walks eternally,
Showing its reflection in the waters of life
As it ripples through time and space;

Beyond book, beyond pen with paper,
All that is Knowledge and wisdom rise up;
And Both return into the sacred unknown.

  – jeffrey vionito

Nothing with a Twist

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Nature always reminds me;
The river flows from the spring
And returns to the ocean,

The flower grows from soil,
And Blooms in fullness of the sun
Before it returns to the ground,

That volcanic lava flows
from the earth’s core to surface,
And returns to crust and mantle.

Behind senses, i witness it all
From the quietest part of who i am;
And it returns to me as a mirror.

The Source reveils everything.
Creating a world of discovery without;
removing the doer from the path within.

In divine union,

The spirit alone walks eternally,
Showing its reflection in the waters of life
As it ripples through time and space;

Beyond book, beyond pen with paper,
All that is Knowledge and wisdom rise up;
And Both return into the sacred void.

  – jeffrey vionito

I Love You

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‘I Love You’

I remember the first time.
We walked side by side
In the autumn twilight
of ankle high grass
that lined the road side.

The sky was crisp
And still; a dark shade
glowing of mystical notes,
All the while shining
Down on you.

I held your hand.
And i held three words;
coveting each one,
fearing the pain of being
hurt and abandoned.

That night i felt
The beauty of your eyes
remapping my world,
Drawing me inward
And bringing me home.

I remember that first time
I held your hand.  i held
these three words like a key
That could open the door
to my freedom;
And i gave it to you.

- jeffrey vionito

For my wife on our Anniversary today.