Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Pacing Life


Totally enjoying what I am doing, writing and texting my
friend in between.

Beautiful landscapes are forming continually in mind
without ending or stopping.

Giving many pleasurable measures of happiness, contributing
only to my well-being, giving into desires of interior needs.

No one else can fulfill any of what I need in life, only
myself, because I know what is forever needed.

Glad to know that no one else can be a part of me or this
innate talent, being so totally focused into the person that
I am to eventually become.

Stepping quickly to a rhythm all my own, pacing life in
measures of rhythmical steadiness.

Giving a quality to life that is unendingly filling me with
joy.

Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2014

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