Astonomical Odds Known Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Contemplating thoughts while lying here in the tall grass
of my mind's ideas and concepts, watching them sway in
the wind of each rhythm, as they play intellect.

Absorbing it completely and intensely, imagination rising
into inner spheres of my soul, opening and evaluating
everything according to it's specific qualities.

Never leaving anything to luck or chance, knowing the odds
are astronomical, not grabbing hold of them for reasons of
my own.

This inner world vibrating with the serenity of the Divine,
giving me an intense and wonderful feeling that no one or
nothing can take away from me ever.