Creativity Never Needing Prodding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking gently into the night, soul silent, being quieted by
an interior essence of the Divine, a bluened light reaching
into intellect.

Creating new knowledge and wisdom to keep up with the ever-
increasing depths that music is taking and interpreting the
much needed data and information being formed intellectually.

A tender and wonderful ride through life, being guided
spiritually into creative processes of imagination where
creativity never needs to be prodded or poked for it's
a never-ending process.