Liberated Interiorly In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tapping, clacking like a train traveling down the tracks
of my mind, never slowing, taking pictures along the way,
saving them collectively in spheres of albums where they
will always be at my beck and call.

There's no ending to the beauty of nature and life that
I can see in details of my mere poet's eyes, finding self
in a nether land, no past, present nor future, just the
perfection of this very moment.

That is where I am now, fully awakened, alert and aware,
so beautiful this interior vision where I can be liberat-
ed, free from the errors of humanity, for only the Divine
dwells within me in a bluened atmosphere.