Atmosphere Of Continual Thought Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to an inner nature, feeling it's resourcefulness
as it calmly takes it's place in my mind, contributing to
the essence of my being without any interference in life.

Acquiescing to it's purpose, enjoying seeing how everything
falls into place so neatly and organized, loving how intellect
takes care of what needs to be done.

Writing to musical rhythms in an atmosphere of continual
thought flowing from an interior waterfall, measuring time
according to the chords of an interior music.

All of it automatically falling into place, giving intellect
strength to accumulate and collect all the information needed
to write without having to think or have thoughts ahead of time.

With the very first sound and note being played, my pen is
taking off and writing while I watch the ink flowing onto
pages one after another.

A total mystery that makes me wonder how it's done, even
though I'm writing, not having a clue to how it is that
I'm doing it so purposely, instantaneously and incessantly.