My intuition is my open pail
My receptive power to see you
As none other.
It is my open door
Ready to grasp your slightest nuance
My faculty, my ability to grow
What stirs deep within me
What stirs deep within my universe.
My intuition is my tool
My issue to feel
You as you try to hide
When you enter
But my inner self
Calls you out
That you reveal all which lies deep within.
My intuition is my open path
Which leads me deep within the mountain and the storm,
Puts the skyscape and the wind under my wing;
It is my gate to the great unseen
My bridge to the inner levels of being.
© 12/2/2000 Neeta Blair