RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Knowing Something - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Letting my soul soar this morning through musical rhythms
that fill me with pleasure.
Looking around within, seeing the interior waterfall, an
infinite bluened light always within.
Colors rainbowly touching feelings and emotions, brilliantly
and beautifully filling intellect and mind.
Their special graces coded into rhythms of this musical
interlude, filling me with a Divine love.
Everyone and everything appearing in my lifetime, helping
me feel alive, knowing that something within has died.
Not caring at all, continuing to live the passion and
essence of my being as it was given to me by God to live
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