RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Waiting, sitting here knowing the sun will come up
brighter than ever because the promise of every-
thing is coming closer to fruition.
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Life being mystically changed somehow from within my soul,
timid, shy, looking about, learning wisdom of the ages in-
nately, using it's truths to enlighten others.
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Leaving self behind, delving into depths of being, finding
a spiritual side of life living brightly and vividly with-
in me.
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Listening to my blood flowing through my heart, sounds
of it's life beating steadily, touching every organ in
my body, keeping them vibrant and alive.
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Mind open, aware, alert, watching beckoning thoughts line
up, taking journeys through intellect and enjoying the ex-
perience.
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Chances have a habit of appearing suddenly before us and
just as quickly disappearing before we get an opportunity
to take them.
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Skies filled with the love of humanity, looking down upon
it, watching evil traipsing across it's surface, hoping
it can be conquered before it completely takes over.
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Listening to the quiet silence of an interior life where
I dwell most times in the serenity of it's complete and
total peace.
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Encompassing thoughts of a lifetime as I write them into
a poetical interlude that will last forever, lonesome
days becoming the volumes of poetry that I write.
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Windows of my soul are open, allowing me to see into it's
dimensions, interiorly feeling the serenity that is fill-
ing me entirely.
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