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Elaina Jul 2013
How
How do you connect
Knowing what you feel is right
The mind, with the heart?

A Haiku
Elaina Jul 2013
I have come to the realization that whether you are feeling good or bad,
as long as you are feeling,
having emotion about the feeling,
you have an opportunity to experience the opposite emotion.
But if you are without true feeling,
without emotion,
you have no basis for the opposite emotion.
Good would not represent or feel good if you didn’t have bad to compare it to.
And the same holds true for the bad.
The bad could not represent bad if you didn’t have good to compare it to.
Name any emotion,
the truth is just the same.
So are you crying?
If yes, there’s hope.
You are feeling emotion.
Otherwise why would you cry if the sadness was normal?
Elaina Jun 2013
Come forward, enjoy
Live among timeless energy
Speaking thoughts, open and pure.

Gentle meditation serves as the backdrop
Silent yet communicating
Reaching places never touched before.

The chatter has meaning
Emptiness is warmth
And life is ready

The soul feels the connection
It's own memories awaken
Taking me home
Elaina May 2013
You are just a tease
said the parched land to the rain
as it dries up just inches from the ground.

It's dry down here
the shriveled sage coughs out.
Can't you spare a drop?

Dark cloud floats pleasantly full
blissfully playing in the sky
as it passes through without a care in the world.

Sight unseen
the heated air snickers at them both
knowing it's the one that controls the hand.
Elaina May 2013
I am in charge of my own feelings.
I can make or break them.
I choose to make them sing happiness!
Elaina Apr 2013
Live your greatest hopes      
Share the best you can offer      
Let her fly with wings
Elaina Apr 2013
A cat of the future
is born with hope
and will live forever with his Master,
in the heart of his soul he cares.
People around him
are careful with him.
He wanders back home
and goes to sleep in his nice bed.
He wakes up with a breakfast of fish and milk.
This was written by my daughter when she was in early grade school. It was written around a drawing of a cat that she did. The cat is standing up and looking right at you.

I've had it in a frame ever since she gave it to me.
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