Forming Intuitive Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking slowly, catching every detail in mind, awakening
innate talent and allowing it the freedom to soar and
drift wherever it can flow in life.

Scanning pages of eternity, watching visions being developed
constantly in intellect.

Many intuitive ideas forming and being accosted by other forms
of abstractions wanting to be rewritten and recalled in
different circumstances.

Turning completely inward, finding nothing outwardly to be
interested in.

Unfolding and listening as tempos rise and fall like the
swelling and easing of the ocean as each wave crests and is
carried out to sea.