Sense Of Being Directionless Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking through cornfields at Rutger's University, enjoying
a sense of being directionless, gaining insight into an
intensity of intellect and how it works to help me find the
way out without any landmarks being seen in any direction.

An interesting experiment and an interior knowing, having
been learned.

Finding intense perceptions coming to the foreground in the
form of prescience, knowing that all answers are being
thought telepathically with no effort nor ideas of where it
comes from, it's just there and being expressed.