Written by Elaina Aug 2022 How deep can I go into the night, into the forest of emotion - a song before I understand before I comprehend before I remember How deep must I dive - to access the matrix of existence to catch a worm, a root a fish a star

Written by Elaina Oct 2021 Love has its own narrative. A stronghold tale with penetrating eyes; a rival in disguise. Flint against steel, it strikes. Then collapses like an avalanche; stone against bones. Palms pressed. Head bowed. Prayers of dissolution seek refuge, from twists of fate and open wounds. Even

Written by Elaina Mar 2021 echoes meet my lips silenced in anticipation darkness pulses insistently upon my chest a cavern forged with conflict etched tales engraved upon sworn images depicting a wild mystery I whisper I pray I stay and still is all I can be still alone still broken

Written by Elaina Feb 2021 A muddy path lathers my boots Laughter echoes at river's edge An orchestra of birds frogs and wind chime in As time collapses The confluence of waterways Along a trail that leads to nowhere And everywhere Momentarily I see duality And its insistently

Written by Elaina Oct 2020 Grace is neither naive nor easily influenced Grace is honest and forgiving but doesn’t condone Grace is transparent and undeniably penetrating Grace is reliable and supportive without enabling Grace holds space for growth without sheltering or shielding Grace allows what is true to unfold

Written by Elaina Mar 2020 I've been to hell burning is the ritual fire takes no pity on the unessential swept up in a gust of spiraling wind essence commands this a constant purge becoming transparent until there is nothing nothing but One at peace with abiding awareness

* MUSING * written by Elaina Dec 2019 Iron bars shatter into stars wakeful eyes see the quest of a single Reality Beyond the veil of promise, the spell of believing, or desires compelling charm Contracting memories echo from within; ripples of an idle sea A suspended breath lies rooted in our

* MUSING * written by Elaina Jan 2019 You say I have no aim? And yet I am the target An arrow pierces through me oozing truth like the blood that stains a battlefield Centered I sway waves of illusion wash over me no longer seeking direction Just this just god living

* MUSING * written by Elaina Sep 2018 broken in the image of God forsaken in the rain tempted by memory I whirl as gravity jokes clumsily flowing into dance united in a gaze stunned by freedoms heroic face I sing her holy name

* MUSING * written by Elaina Sep 2018 Ringing of the bell chimes FIRE. Compelled to soften in the rage. An open womb for rising flames. Bearing witness to the blaze. Black dust blows. The charcoal stains. Embers hold steady at sunset red. The aftermath… A persistent reminder. An undeniable, yet alluring

ritten by Elaina Jul 2018 We cast aside our prayers For the nakedness of now Purity accepts innocence Like this passage of air Contracting our lungs Stripped of memories That beckon us to bow Parameters of a past timeA collection of mythos Beholding the wisdom To tend the flame And

Written by Elaina Oct 2017 I cannot go beyond the great beyondI am seed born hungry which starves me I cannot go beyond the great beyond I am nature deeply penetrated which consumes me I cannot go beyond the great beyond I am breath ecstatic spirit which swallows me I

Written by Elaina in 2013 Trimming away senseless images Daydreams collected in another time Delicately the knife shaves layers of stone Precisely peeling another lie from the mold Reforming matter with each subtle breath Words become like vapors, reshaping lines Toning an infinite note into silence While desires melt into

Written by Elaina in 2009 Streaming souls fly from the spine Like liquid boiling to its bloom The puzzle and pieces falling from their place What time does the darkness replace the haze? The petals that awaken merely with a gaze Fighting my desire in the breath of ancient tales

Written by Elaina in 2010 growing on canvas a box to frame thoughts and visions a creative purge viewed as a masterpiece dissected with symbolism seeking some semblance of truth, a personal reality pervasive inspiration passing the flame from a fading torch residue of wisdom etched in the far reaches

Written by Elaina Dec 2017 I’ve become a beggar... Begging for a taste Just one more instance To savor completion Absorbed in the nectar of perfection Still high on memories The bold scent of my lover charming intoxication Spellbound by believing But wait….It’s fading now… I hear