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.

About the author
Owen Barclay is an emerging poet from the Pacific Northwest of the United States. As a recovering drug addict with bipolar disorder, he strives to capture universal aspects of the human condition through the lens of his own lived experience. He recently self-published his debut poetry collection on Amazon, Lightning Bolt in the Void, and can be found on Instagram @owenbarclaypoetry.