intuition
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Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted
And smothered in soil
Until its cultivators find
That they’re ready to water it,
Traveled through time,
Not to pick the dime,
But to only tell a story,
Will it make thy glory ?
If only one listens,
It's not imaginary,
For everything I say,
Oh sweet Love of mine there is something you should know.
Before you came here, you were the ebb and flow.
You knew with all your Being the gift of love and grace.
Sixth sense,
a magical phenomena,
a super natural phenomena,
a gift bestowed upon some people
by the Supreme Lord.
Faith?
Wht's that supposed to be?
Believing in the path she's on she thought
Even as all outside of me falls
It's maintaining my sight
Knowing what I believe I create in my life
Slow down slow down
No reason to get all worked up on this
Take your time, take your time
Never thought you'd be worrying over this
Money's a lie, it's a lie
Never fail to notice your intuition
Enduring life
When it becomes chaotic
Compelled to make rapid decisions
My mind is gifted
These big and strong trees
Have a great tunnel like view
with their evergreen leaves
Our faith is our sail
Intuition the wind
The life we've built for ourselves is the hull beneath our feet
The world may get rough at times
The seas shaky and the winds turbulent
I need answers
I need prayers
I need sympathy
In this dying misery
I need affection
I need hope
I need this wind to tell me which way to go
So come with me now
