Belonging To An Interior Spirit Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music jumping and popping, giving my mind exercise beyond the
ordinary, enjoying it immensely without any hesitation at all,
reaching for heights that are far above us in the heavens.

Traveling on lonely stretches of desert plains now tantalizing
this mind with dust storms as I walk through them in a flurry
of tempting music.

Belonging to the interior spirit of my soul, standing in the
bright and bluened light of the Divine, contemplating life,
God and music playing everywhere, translating it silently and
instantaneously into poetry.