Innate Creative Processes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to rhythms spreading themselves through
this mind and intellect.

Watching as they take thoughts, rearrange, adjust
and realign them according to innate mathematical
equations.

Finding them more fascinating and productive to
innate creative processes, letting go, watching as
they find their way through a tangle of coded verses.

Living, breathing, continuing to give beautiful
scents of pine trees to my mind, relaxing it, giving
it comforting thoughts and enticing it into aromas of
imaginary realms.

Expecting them to become realities in passages of
time for the future, wonder and awe, filling thoughts
with immediate codes and vibrant ideas.

Relating all sorts of realistic feelings and emotions
still, silent, yet fulfilling interior desires rapidly
without any interference.

A sincere and adaptable sequence to intellect's purpose,
never falling into recriminations of rueful regret.

Standing behind the most valued equations that are being
created in the exact moment of time that they are thought
of.

No further thinking ever needed, it's always being done
instantaneously and immediately.