Perfect Union Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feelings of nirvana consume me from the inside out,
leaving me in darkness at the edge of my existence.

Secret pleadings constantly falling within like
leaves and pine cones on a windy day.

Taking away the fullness of agony, replacing it in a
perfect union with the Divine dwelling comfortably
inside my spirit.

A spiritual life of tremendous proportions lifting me
into other universes, their intimate dimensional beauty.

One that cannot be mirrored by the human mind, unless
given special insight through intellect's essence and
soulful spirit.