Keeping Thoughts Blossoming Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life keeps moving through rhythms, taking up every space
in order to be immersed fully in musical interludes, wait-
ing for tones and syllables of music.

Turning in all directions, capturing every sound of color
as they roll around like a kalidascope, taking away limits
and boundaries of other's selfish-centered egos.

Making things open up, keeping thoughts blossoming wide,
letting them exercise their beautiful melodies through math-
ematical formulas.

Ones that flow continually in neural pathways and are taken
up into spheres of an intuitive enlightenment, captivating
the essence of passion and desires.

Keeping hold of everything in life, yet now realizing that
it is an impossibility, because all will be gone when death
takes hold of this being, disappearing from this temporary
world at last.