Nighttime Thoughts In Kolkata Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening into the night, crickets calling to one another,
praising God, an amazing and beautiful way to approach in-
tellect without having to think beforehand.

Allowing rhythms to penetrate and take my mind on a separate
journey alone, away from this life, being a solitary entity
of my own.

Satisfying the intense yearnings and desires of my being
that cannot ever be satisfied in any other manner, lifting
my soul into realms of the Divine.

Vibrating like that of reverberations of a drum or cymbal
into the night, dropping and picking up all feelings and
emotions from within.

Running, galloping away with them, an incessant yet quiet
feeling coming over my being, taking away all temptations,
and leaving me in depths of solitude.

Finding myself in total nakedness of body and soul, facing
self as if in a mirror, being reflected by the beauty and
scent of the music.