RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Interior Process - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Seen every night, reflections of daytime thoughts,
never refraining to express themselves, giving an
inner essence to spread across intellect.
Filling the rest of the world with sensations and
vibrations of lively rhythms throughout the many
hours and measures of time.
Expanding when inhaled and exhaled by this mind,
resting and exercising to melodies playing within
Finding pathways into areas of outer spaces, ready
to be explored, figuring out equations that will
begin an interior process, blending it all with an
inner spirituality at long last.
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