Blessedness Of Being Alive Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Settled into a sphere of comfort and imagery, holding onto the blessedness of just being alive.

Walking the walk, talking the talk, satisfied with an interior energy as it speeds up mind and intellect in sequences that no one else can follow or predict.

Reaching depths of subconsciousness in a flash, feeling the intensity of music as it takes a mind into flavorful motions of auras, tempting intellect with sound and exploding colors.

A totally beautiful experience that not another soul on earth can see, feel or touch, a landscape that can only be seen by this mere poet and no other, only being able to read about it as it's happening to this poet in a poem.