Being Still Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Steadily falling into rhythms that beseech me
imaginatively, locating the exact words needed
to express an idea that suddenly finds it's way
into my mind's depths.

Tranquilly floating into the rhythms, letting
them take me away, so I can find my intellect
in a thoughtful maze of beauty, filled with
aromas from heaven's gardens.

Being still, holding onto the tremors of life
as they flow through the senses of perception,
awakened by interior feelings of incessant
moments of truthful honesty, wanting to be
expressed in poetry.

Running constantly into the beginnings of time,
never faltering, just bouncing along, finding
the pathway needed to be shown to the world.