Whim
by Owen Barclay
Intuition,
the sister of reason,
is, in my estimation,
the superior sibling.
Yet today, intuition is disregarded;
it is undervalued,
unhonored,
undeveloped.
People
do not trust their whims,
the string-pull
of the divine within them—
trained out
by a lifetime
of submitting
to false authority.
Intuition—
not reason, not emotion—
reveals your highest purpose.
For intuition, in truth,
is nothing more than spirit
filtered through instinct:
the mind of the One
reflected
through the mind
of the many.
So embrace it—
whim—
and call it God,
and disregard the chatter
in the egoic ramblings
of the rabble.
the sister of reason,
is, in my estimation,
the superior sibling.
Yet today, intuition is disregarded;
it is undervalued,
unhonored,
undeveloped.
People
do not trust their whims,
the string-pull
of the divine within them—
trained out
by a lifetime
of submitting
to false authority.
Intuition—
not reason, not emotion—
reveals your highest purpose.
For intuition, in truth,
is nothing more than spirit
filtered through instinct:
the mind of the One
reflected
through the mind
of the many.
So embrace it—
whim—
and call it God,
and disregard the chatter
in the egoic ramblings
of the rabble.
3 comments
Thanks for commenting and showing Owen some love 💜. He’s a talented writer.
Found this from the insta link, love it
well put and very true