RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Heart Always Interpreting - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Walking about, no destination in mind, looking at the
beauty of nature and spirituality hiding delicately
within intellect, mind and soul.
This heart always interpreting it through rhythms and
tempos, being listened to in depths of my soul's own
intellect, translating it all from music.
Touching upon the Divine, never letting it be forgotten
no matter what it is that I write, loving how my spirit
is contained within it's realms.
Keeping me vibrant and energized all the time, being
recognized by others who know me, trying to find out
where it comes from.
Not knowing myself, just always giving in to it totally
and fully no matter what I'm doing or feeling in this
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