Reality's Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reality's Patterns



Realizing patterns of reality can at times be fickle,
throwing us into gales of violent winds, bringing us
to our knees in silent prayer.

Beginning life has a way of innocently taking us in
opposite paths than what we're supposed to be taking.

Serenity gets misplaced through stress everyday,
leaving all behind, shutting the door and walking
past the threshold of this earthly life.

Light showing the way out of it's landscape and into
waves of enlightenment, surfing on oceanic waves of
thoughtful interludes.

Peacefully enjoying every step as I go about the
business of finding my way through the deserts of
illumination on shores of this new horizon.

Being free to walk or roam wherever I want to,
characteristically finding my path leading me through
a curiosity of refinement still with me from childhood.

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