Easing Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Grinding against my mind, a sliding and gyrating
rhythm touching everything within my being.

Desires rising like smoke from a hot fire, easing
intellect into another realm of reality.

Blended with imagination, pleasing and pleasurable,
never letting me down as an energy fills me to over-
flowing.

Being catapulted into the universe free and inde-
pendent, alone and unto myself.

Nothing standing in the way of incessant beats of
rhythm as they collide and bounce throughout my being.

Striding around, wandering and leaving nothing to
chance, as rhythms are coded according to an interior
knowing.

A vast and united front of innate talent supply an
inner spirituality that nothing can erase.