Energy Playing Itself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stepping over every single imaginary line, running as fast as
it can, this mind laughing through it all, feeling the humor
in each situation.

Teasing and playing measures of life and time with my inner
child, never having to regret a thing, a childlike innocence,
treasured greatly.

Never looking for anything, allowing it to come to me at will,
following trails continually being created, deviating any time
I want.

Seeing designs and patterns of music, mind continually follow-
ing with ease, loving how it all works out, giving an energy
that plays itself into my spirit.