Gianetta Ellis
Artist, writer and environmental educator, Gianetta Ellis is the creator of stewARTship studios where she "incorporates art to stewardship" by using the fine arts as a means for students to build enduring connections to self and nature. Ellis is the author of Stewards of Spirit: Awakening in the Light of Rachel's Ballads, which advances a unique approach to ecopsychology by demonstrating how ecologic tenets can guide us in our effort to live the highest expression of an authentic life.Visit Author's Website
We Are
We are the eternally expanding
Terrain of an unfathomable expedition.
We are a universe within a Universe;
A world within a World;
A mind within a Mind;
A heart within a Heart;
A dream within a Dream.
We are one created within One –
One being one through an illusion of “other.”
We are spirit exploring Spirit –
Self of many selves.
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Somewhere in “Om”
“Source”, “Sentience”, “Energy”, “Wisdom”,
“Knowing”, “Compassion”, “Empathy”, “Love”
“Authenticity”, “Destiny”, “Faith” . . .
At what point will we reach all that can
Be said - a tipping point beyond which
We transcend words and rise up into
Something higher, deeper and wider
In that space behind and between words -
A connected knowing leading to
And resulting from a yearning toward
Continuity of […]
The Painting in the Maple Frame
I am the awareness behind the
Lovely painting in the maple frame.
I look out at the insanity
You call “living” from my perfectly
Blended world waiting for you to look
At me - really look, so you may see.
Yet, you all clatter along lost in
Your grave depravity failing to
Notice that I offer a glimpse of
Beauty […]
Attic Stairwell
Shrouded in paranormal mist
Are strange, mysterious vortices –
Portals to branch universes
Where rapt interdimensional
Denizens raise chills on napes of
Dreamers’ pale, unsuspecting necks;
Where breathless awareness bristles
In silent, prayerful pleas offered
Of devoured skepticism;
Where moonless, dark shadows obscure
Peripherally-detected,
Indistinct, yet certain movement;
Where eerie, indiscernible
Conversations of by-gone times
Float away on waves of chilled air;
Where dog’s nervous growls fall upon
Invisible energy of
Ghostly, […]
A Poem’s Freedom
No poem immured within
Author’s intentions can thrive.
Release inclined resistance;
Yield to individual
Interpretation; cut loose
Tightly-bound preconceptions
To liberate and expand
Scope beyond expectation.
Embrace all transformation
Born of vastly diverse views
To bring a composition
To life within its own world
Where it can morph according
To whims found in ambiance
Of one perceiver’s exhale
And yet another’s inhale.
In its freedom, a poem
Truly discovers itself.
Infinite perspectives […]
Self-Genesis
Spontaneous, deliberate
Expression of the Source-Essence
Concurrently manifesting
In all beings – all dimensions;
Eternally evolving and
Transforming in an absolute
Exploration of Omni-One.
© 2008
“Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed.”
~ Antoine-Laurent de Lavoisier
The Enigmatic Way
In seeking, the sought evades us;
In avoiding, the feared finds us;
In hoarding, the kept escapes us;
In thinking, the truth eludes us.
In releasing, we are carried;
In detaching, we are conjoined;
In flowing, we are steadied;
In accepting, we are given.
And so is the enigmatic Way –
Opposites residing as one.
© 2008
Inspired by the Tao Te Ching
I Am
I Am
I do not preconceive;
I do not pass judgment;
I offer All yet naught-
Destiny rests in you
To partake as you will.
For I am illusion
Created solely for
Your self-discovery
By potential’s need for
Actualization.
Upon its fulfillment,
I shall dissolve unto
The nothingness from which
I divinely emerged.
© 2008
The Observer
The Observer
The connecting strand
Softly running through
God’s Synchronous-All,
An always present,
Attentive and wise
Divine Delegate
Sitting quietly
Behind self we know
Sometimes entering
Gaps between our thoughts,
Forever conscious
Of our faculties,
Making perceptive
Karmic inscriptions
Upon Spirit Scroll,
Patiently waiting
For our awareness
To identify
And, therefore, expand.
© 2008
The Mystic Muse
The Mystic Muse
Soaring in and out of the rainbow colors in my mind;
Sprinkling stardust ideas; calling on image-breezes;
Spinning the word mill at Spirit-to-Spirit confluence;
Swaying suggestions on branches of composition tree;
Slowly dripping teardrop thoughts from sprigs of Weeping Willow;
Raining down joyful verse from our nimbostratus mindscape;
Pounding out anxious rhythms on a spring Grouse’s thunder;
Skipping across […]
