Through Death's Grasp Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rotating into the universe, wandering exclusively in the
reality of inner experience, carefully finding the wonder
which falls between the lines naturally seen.

Notions and ideas mixing together, giving life the ex-
citement that it deserves and wants, stirring ingredients,
all the while loving energy that finds it way into my being.

Strumming the guitar of my mind, keeping time steady in the
chords and beats of rhythm, catching sight of another life
once lived.

An eternity when no one realized that I was even gone,
having seen the body of my being lying below me, thinking
that I was here.

Yet my spirit had flown far beyond outer limits of this
earth, nothing to take me back until being resuscitated
then both realities came into pictures of my mind.

Alleviating the intense feelings being brought into my
being, filled with energy, allocating it to the essence
of my total spirituality.

Illuminating the adventure of a lifetime, covering it
with a mystery that never consumed me, just took me into
another universe through death's grasp.