RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sensing Everything - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Strumming interior guitars with feelings of harmonic
silence and sadness, soaring into an interior universe
of my soul where I traveled when going to heaven.
Experiencing brilliant colors, textures, aromas around
me everywhere, finding an experience of delectable
Coming through perfect abstract conceptual thoughts,
able to sense everything without any prior knowledge
or sight of any of it.
Absolute and deepened truths abounding in depths of
inner spirituality, wonderfully experienced and fully
appreciating what is seen and felt through the Divine
spirit of God within me.
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