Watching Ancient Scribes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Ancient Scribes



Living in catacombs of my mind at times, watching ancient
scribes teaching their wisdom to intellect in images and
visions that infiltrate my mind.

Letting them be focused, seeing things I wouldn't ordinarily
see, enjoying the peacefulness that comes from these learned
people.

Always amazed how they can come in visions and images to my
mind.

Thursday, November 19, 2015
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Manonton Dalan 19 November 2015

excellent imagination....

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