Enjoying This Game Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There's nothing that I cannot do if I put my mind to it,
knowing intellectually that innate talent allows me this
particular freedom.

Entertaining me from within with the purpose of my life,
so silently and quietly, arranging thoughts and ideas,
letting them invent what they want.

Through an interior ingenuity, history of my being is
what it is, not knowing how I do what is done, enjoying
being studied by scientists so I can find out also.

Wanting to know how this mere poet's mind works so well,
and am the only one who can make it happen, growing into
an incessant bluened spirituality throughout the years.

Keeping to myself, loving others, having instant forgive-
ness and letting others be who they must, enjoying this
game as I meet people from all walks of life.

Watching them grow and be nourished by their spirits
through the energy they find in their own purposes with-
out ever thinking anything about it.

Knowing about this interior life and how it does it's
work, so silently and steadily within us through all
time and maturity.