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Intuition
Comes from within,
And feels like a magical
Enterprise, one, I do surmise,
Has been within me
For a very long time.
Though hidden
For a spell,
I do often tell
Of a time
Not so long ago,
Where my intuition
Reappeared, and with
It a zest
For the love of
This life.
Not another life,
Full of perceived strife.
It is a common misconception,
Created,
By our over-thinking,
And even conceiving of
A way out
Of what’s right
In front of us, and has
Been from the
start.
And?
In the end,
The thinking is the
Antithesis of what’s needed.
When we’re driven by
Compulsion, we are
Striving for something other