Soul Nurturing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising into the blue atmosphere, seeing vision of beauty
being created steadily, living in intellect's imagination.

All through the night, my soul is being nurtured through
the silence of contemplation.

It takes me into spiritual realms, safely, protecting me
as I write incessantly, not seeing or caring about what
is going on around my being.

Once that beautiful bluened light fills my mind, there is
nothing else to be seen, my mind and intellect take over,
filling my brain with flowing thoughts.

Falling constantly from an inner waterfall of intellect,
they never stop or slow down, just keep moving forward
into pools of words, meanings and definitions.

Going straight into pools of enlightenment, illumination
and knowledge on a continual basis, trance-like, I continue
writing, feeling the presence of the Divine, knowing I'm
doing what God wants of me.