Seeing Sounds Watching Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching rhythms as they fill this mind emphatically and in-
cessantly, seeing their sounds exploding with colors of the
rainbow.

Often several intense blue ones taking place within this
interior spiritual intellect, such deep and peaceful notes
of blue touching this mind.

Taking it instantly into domains of subconsciousness where
all innate knowledge and wisdom is located, if only we find
the avenues needed to enter into dimensions of other universes
within each of us.