Walking slowly, stepping in time with natural innate <br />rhythms, watching everything beat in time in every <br />place and space of momentary desire. <br />Every breath taken fills us with exquisite pleasure <br />of living and we contemplate our births through daily <br />images taken in visions of sight - intuitively. <br />Instinct gathers within and we progress quietly into <br />our futures, living inside of each and every moment <br />alone, isolated, walking slowly on our solo journeys.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solo-journeys/
