Intuition is not just about knowing what you should do. It can also be a vision for how something should be done.
For a long time
I wandered the halls
Of myself
Waiting to come upon something-
A neon light,
A doorway,
A map-
Even the tiniest of tunnels would do.
This claustrophobic self would gladly have climbed in.
I craved something
Obvious.
Instead, I was filled with
Glossy marble corridors that gave no indication of anything.
I only sometimes knew my place in the maze,
Or even whether I was experiencing the hallways from the inside or outside.
Who put me in charge of this, anyways?
I surprised myself with how long I could wander,
How long I was satisfied to alternate between feeling powerless but then griping about having to be the one in charge of myself,
How long before I got to work and discovered that my own two hands could move through the marble,
If I could learn how to pry exactly gently enough.
Once I knew that I could move through the walls, I scattered my corridors with
Rooms of knowing,
Galleries of experience,
Kitchens of love,
Workshops of grace,
Classrooms of hope.
Now,
I still roam my hallways often,
In one way or another.
I have learned how to be in them,
Which I know now is more important to me than knowing exactly where I am and where I am going.
What was lost and empty
Has been found and filled.
Where I used to wish for a compass,
I now carry a candle.
This is beautiful and profound.