Follow your heart

INTUITION – A PROPHECY OR A POWER

“This morning, I wandered through the halls of the Hermitage. The paintings and sculptures seemed alive, whispering truths I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. A thought clung to me: is intuition a blessing, or does it deceive us? I couldn’t let it rest…”

Is intuition a prophecy or a power,

That reason cloaks in the shadow of fear by night?

A sculptor, loud and angry,

Or a mocking, devilish, cu

Perhaps the vision of distant horizons

Shields us from the pettiness of care?

This highest force of nature—

A coin with the double-headed eagle.

Boundless, with sorrows diminished,

To plunge through the depths and soar

Above the shooting stars that carry afar,

Mingling reason with feeling into one braid.

The kingdom of shadows bows its knees.

Veiled by fire, a mournful whistle,

Or the murmur of indecent persecution,

Or the creak of unsealed chains.

The power of intuition is corrupting,

Trying to justify doubt,

And in the whirl of lies, pleading and tearfully

Weaving balm for the soul.

Premonition, at times, lies buried

In the immeasurable riches of rumour,

Bloated, alluring with unease,

Iron shackles on the dreams.

Under the onslaught of heavy artillery,

The blind guard the blind with care.

Muted, shameful, and pitiful,

Day by day, we lose each moment.

Oh, if only that spark of revelation

Could join with calculated reason,

Flooding persecutions with calm wisdom

And transforming them into a crown of triumph!

To taste the game without praising the si

To acknowledge the struggle without succumbing to it,

To know oneself and set a goal,

To believe in it wholly, without guile.