The Mind Itself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reason and logic are sitting here in front of my brain,
watching life as it unfolds this morning.

Liking what they are seeing, adding to the repertoire
of inner wisdom.

An innate desire to increase power of a mind, wanting
to surpass anything that has been done so far.

Walking on tightropes, jumping from the sky, seeing
how it all affects sound minds of reasoning and logic,
throwing them a curve, they adjust and attune to it
each time.

Allowing them to acquire everything that happens,
wanting to watch how they deal with every avenue that
is opened up to explicit timelessness of this mind
itself.

Seeing imagination, always becoming a part of it all,
never being left out, writing it altogether without
any doubts, that all will fit perfectly in synch with
one another.

Beautiful puzzles, entire pictures filling this mind
with the energy of another thought, bringing fruition
into many possibilities of destiny and fate.