Mysterious Illusions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Patterns of living shine in volumes of tomes, ready to be transformed into butterflies of beauty.
Taking off, soaring into gardens of eden, leaving behind all troubles and limitations of being humans stuck on earth.
Flying higher through a mind of ingenuity and purpose, taking intellect to new heights where it can be translated into coded messages to be figured out.
Then finally calculated in many forms of mysterious clouds of illusion and magical thoughts.