Desert Of My Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tracing patterns, living and watching them enter intellect
in full color, taking aspects into many designs being seen.

Ideas of inventions continually filling me with spiritual
highs, loving the beauty, completing every facet of another
dimension.

Putting another piece of the puzzle of life into perspective,
as it falls into the bigger pictures of life's entrance,
allowing it to open and unlock doors that have never been
opened before.

Constantly being taken, apprehended from somewhere inside,
showing experiences of everyday life and letting all of
extraneous materials to become whatever I want in life.

Stepping into deserts of my soul, loving the sheer darkness
where I know answers will be found, needing to fulfill a
purpose in this entire lifetime.

Knowing areas of expertise that are needed, now allowing my
mind to capture what is needed without any effort.

Everything is flowing rapidly into my being, faster and
faster through rhythms of life's melodies, soaring with all
of the many possibilities given in moments of musical
interludes.