Intuition (to me)
is knowing
without needing to understand.
A little voice
inside my chest,
that can only be heard by turning inwards
ever so gently, and so far,
that I feel my insides touch space.
It comes through in forms of people,
animals, a smile, or even a tree–
unearthing what always was.
Sometimes it nudges
towards the next best step,
within the turns and twists of it all,
Other times, it draws a big picture
so I can figure out the how.
Wherever I go, it’s a breath away
waiting to be picked up
and appreciated
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