Rinsing This Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touching this mind, rinsing it clean, going through measures
and moments of life that have already been lived.

Sadness, joy and intellect blending, mixing, touching the
beauty of music as it wanders further into an interior life.

Being filled with a purpose and many reasons as music carries
a poet into the future where there's nothing left to say.

Unless it's put to music and its rhythms for special editions
of this earthly life that specify and explain every aspect.

There are many trials in one lifetime, it's a totally and
sublime mysterious magic that never stops.

Instead, wending its way in other directions, wanting to
always stay in an interior space of time all during life.