Was it wishful thinking,
or was it my intuition
knocking on my heart’s door,
I could no longer tell —
Did you take her
along with you
on that very day
you went away?
There’ve been knocks
every now and then
and I could not
answer them;
yet in the midst
of those noises
came,
a still, small voice —
someday you’ll know,
and you’ll once again
take the step,
no longer confused
but only clarity,
like a guiding star,
when the day comes,
when the time’s right.
Trust your intuition, even in the midst of raging seas.
Even when you thought it has gone away, it will come.
Ladies and gentlemen, here we are —
The Wild Muse, #07.
Love, Min
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