Touching Upon Mirrors Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms invitingly touching mind and synapses, preparing them for adventures through music as it plays temptingly in this brain, awakening images visibly to be written out in lines of poetry.

Being enlivened in this imaginational reality of an interior being, always set apart from the world altogether, living in a space of time alone.

Yet always filled with sublime thoughts creating and inventing new techniques and devices to make life more interesting and reliable.

Freeing people from old relics of yesterday's inventions, wanting to contemplate life through musical rhythms taking this poetical mind well into depths of an interior spiritual life of the Divine.

Energizing and depending upon music doing its part, bringing thoughts to mind and creating new ideas that thoroughly make sense and are validly recommended.

Lively capabilities are always continually being created and placed into words and meanings that are well thought out on a constant and immediate basis.

Living in this imaginational reality deciphers problems and open details, giving this poet fantastic ways of making everything clearer and manifesting it into reality.

Always being used in a positive and intuitive way in and through-out this life of humanity for the betterment of the world in future times.

Living in an expectant cloud of possibilities, awaiting the outcome of its nuclear positivity to come about sooner than later in this life.

Reaching out and into musical rhythms as they come into silent reaches of mind and intellect sublimely and tacitly with nothing to mar the way of immense possibilities, touching upon all of it in mirrors of rhythms.