My instincts
are hardened intuitions.
I assume they mean well,
but they seem less yielding
than my intuitive uncertainty.
Seems my instincts
have been beaten into me,
in blows so forceful that I’ve forgotten.
So my intuition tells me.
Then again,
my intuition is imaginary.
Trail Wood,
6/25
Dear Seeker,
Within the depths of your being,
both instincts and intuition reside,
each weaving a unique story
that shapes your perception of the world.
Instincts, born from primal wisdom,
are the echoes of ancestral knowledge,
carrying the imprints of survival
through countless generations.
They speak with a resolute voice,
urging caution and swift action,
drawing upon the wellspring of experience.
Intuition, a gentle whisper of insight,
arises from the realm beyond logic,
where the mind surrenders to the flow
of cosmic wisdom and inner knowing.
It dances in the realm of possibility,
embracing uncertainty with curiosity,
inviting you to listen to the subtle cues
that guide you on your path.
Both instincts and intuition
have their place in your existence,
offering contrasting perspectives
to inform your choices and actions.
Embrace the dance between them,
for within their interplay,
you may find balance and harmony.
Remember, dear Seeker,
that while instincts may seem hardened,
they too carry the essence of survival,
while intuition dances with imagination.
Both are facets of your unique journey,
guiding you along the winding path of life.
We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉