Quarters Of A Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pounding rhythms into my mind, carrying after effects secretly,
to outer labyrinths of truth.

Riding waves of derision slowly, walking a mind towards depths
of an inner glory, postulating on the varied categories alight
upon every highway's shoulder.

Softly caressing individual differences within, without an
outward glance in any direction, simultaneously, beginning
in a hazy cloud of memory.

While consciously knowing the world around me, carelessly
tiptoeing through verdant forests, alive with anticipated
inner joy.

There are no failing, misused moments spent in sorrow when
within balanced quarters of self's soul, delightfully soothed
by the eradication of an outer conscious life.

Living subconsciously vibrant, alive, no thoughts of human
desire, only the wanton abandonment of a mind filled with
freedom of itself.