Intuition

In depths of heart, a whisper resides, An ancient guide, where wisdom presides, Intuition's voice, a sacred gift bestowed, In subtle currents, truths it has sowed. Through tangled paths, it gently weaves, A compass true, where reason deceives, Unseen whispers of the soul's connection, Intuition guides with tender affection. When shadows dance and doubts arise, Intuition's beacon cuts through the lies, An inner knowing, a compass unfurled, Navigating the maze of an uncertain world. In stillness found, its power does bloom, Beyond logic's grasp, it dares to assume, Through intuition's lens, we glimpse the unseen, A mystical force, forever serene. So, listen closely to that inner voice, With intuition's guidance, make your choice, For in its depths, a truth divine, A compass pure, where destinies align. --- AI assisted digital painting by Dehiscence