An Incessant Gesture Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wind quietly blowing, sending thoughts of natural wonder into
intellect silently, finding new ways of saying anything in the
light of daybreak each day.

Carefully and mildly being captured by the intrepidness of
life as it revolves around and through this being, soaring
silently into many atmospheres of interior dimensions.

Calling to mind thoughts and ideas of a future lifetime,
forsaking food, sleep, company, just to write throughout
the day and night.

Relaxing to measures of rhythm as they code themselves
into the singular purpose of an incessant gesture beyond
intellect.

Centered solely in a bluened light, the Divine dwelling
forever within, nothing to disturb the peace that abides
interiorly.

Spirituality filling me like a very mysterious and magical
poetical portrait, taking mind far away in dimensions of
another time in the future.