Freely Moving About Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding waves of substantiation through atmospheres of enlight-
enment and truth, seeing their sparks and embers flowing like
lava through this mind.

Taking wonder and awe to levels not before seen, taking them
out of hiding and displaying them all in a colorful secession
of fantastic rhythms.

Standing alone in a limitless bluened light, freely moving
about like clouds in the skies above, only much faster, mind
laughing as it tries to keep up with it.

Twisting, turning, winding across synapses and neurons of
this brain, feeling the tenderness of living and dying as
they blend together when each of us is born on earth.