Come Into Beginning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind crawling up walls as shadows engulf it with
the power of night.

Calmly reaching for roof tops, seeing them just
above and slightly out of reach.

Yet, somehow this mind works overtime and allows
it to happen just the way I want it to.

Figuratively finding all shades of life coming to
the foreground without any qualms or doubts.

Enjoying this vibratory power of my mind, allowing
intellect anything it wants, to come into beginnings
without even thinking.