We must follow our intuition. We saw our paths before we were even born & know it better than any other person. But we must be cautious of our fears and our ego, they are not intuition. Intuition is the voice that existed before we existed, the voice of ancestors and angels, the voice of God.
Hello my loves,
April is National Poetry Month, so I’ve decided to periodically share more of my poetry throughout the month of April.
Some of it will be fully fledged poems that I have written and edited. Others will be just little pieces that come to me. This piece it the latter.
I know my ancestors guided my feet through fields of dried grass, leading me finally under the shelter of you & your boldly righteous tree of a soul.
There were bushes of lavender along the way, placed there for promise. A lingering scent of antique memories and newly made wishes.