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.

Sullen Beauty

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I wish i could
untangle the weed
from your root, even if
It may kill you.  True,
the soil is ripe to grow in,
Yet seemingly, you stand
sullen in something
Noone else can see,
suffocating
beneath the surface
Of what is foreign
and bizarre. But then
Your vision evades me
into a state of wonder,
And i ponder a question.
Tell me, who weeps
for the weeping willow,
whose beauty comes
not from perception,
but by the way
it sways in the wind
between the river
and the rain?
Who am i to say
its weeping?
What is this,
that is planted
inside of me,
refusing to see
The blessing
As it rises up,
Entwined
In its  roots?

- jeffrey vionito