Blossoms Of Interior Spirituality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding mustangs into an arid desert, feeling freedom beating in
this heart while finding calming areas that would keep spirits
rising higher than the Milky Way.

An energy being displayed in wide open spaces, lying there, not
wanting to be shut off or down, blossoms of interior spirituality
soothing everything - synapses, neurons and feelings.

Finding what keeps a person alive, moving alongside of shore lines, then swimming away into a sunset, oblivious of the inherent dangers hidden below the surface while waves keep rising and falling, blocking the sound of its fury with gentle soothing bubbles of youth.