Becoming The Spirit Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening, enthralled with the sound of Gaul's guitar.
Placing me mystically into another atmosphere.
A totally beautiful ninth dimension, where life is
lived in easier and simpler intellectual promises.
A common denominator walking along with the principles
of another dimension.
Becoming the spirit, living the essence of another
life and enjoying it immensely.
An unforgiving place where all can live in harmony.
Telepathically one in being, never having to have
arguments because all think and don't speak unless
it's necessary.
Therefore, arguments don't exist because they are
not only unfamiliar, but unnecessary as well.

(11: 57 a.m. - 11/30/13)