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

All That I Have

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I find myself more deeply,
the more I connect with you.
In the world, in the heart,
lost in your Grace, maze
of my thoughts, spinning
and expanding to a dizzy,
wherever I land, I find you
waiting for me. Open arms,
gathering up all my pieces,
gust of wind shakes me clean,
only to send me barefoot,
down this gravel road again.
With all that I ever really had.
This smile and a choice.

- jv

All that i Have

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All That I Have

I find myself more deeply,
the more I connect with you.
In the world, in the heart,
lost in your Grace, maze
of my thoughts, spinning
and expanding to a dizzy,
wherever I land, I find you
waiting for me. Open arms,
gathering up all my pieces,
gust of wind shakes me clean,
only to send me barefoot,
down this gravel road again.
With all that I ever really had.
This smile and a choice.

- jv

Possibility Breathes

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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

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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