Touching Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Confetti floating through the atmosphere, touching ideas
as they roam about my mind, letting the essence of it's
repertoire fill me with enticing energy.

A lasting and total fulfillment, searching the universe,
looking through elements of this time and place, wanting
to find the most lucid and brilliant ones.

Never losing sight of their passion when recognized,
continuing to follow paths of my interior spirituality
all throughout life.