INTUITION – A PROPHECY OR A POWER
“This morning, I wandered through the halls of the Hermitage. The paintings and sculptures seemed alive, whispering truths I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. A thought clung to me: is intuition a blessing, or does it deceive us? I couldn’t let it rest…”
Is intuition a prophecy or a power,
That reason cloaks in the shadow of fear by night?
A sculptor, loud and angry,
Or a mocking, devilish, cunning spirit?
Perhaps the vision of distant horizons
Shields us from the pettiness of care?
This highest force of nature—
A coin with the double-headed eagle.
Boundless, with sorrows diminished,
To plunge through the depths and soar
Above the shooting stars that carry afar,
Mingling reason with feeling into one braid.
The kingdom of shadows bows its knees.
Veiled by fire, a mournful whistle,
Or the murmur of indecent persecution,
Or the creak of unsealed chains.
The power of intuition is corrupting,
Trying to justify doubt,
And in the whirl of lies, pleading and tearfully
Weaving balm for the soul.
Premonition, at times, lies buried
In the immeasurable riches of rumour,
Bloated, alluring with unease,
Iron shackles on the dreams.
Under the onslaught of heavy artillery,
The blind guard the blind with care.
Muted, shameful, and pitiful,
Day by day, we lose each moment.
Oh, if only that spark of revelation
Could join with calculated reason,
Flooding persecutions with calm wisdom
And transforming them into a crown of triumph!
To taste the game without praising the sinner,
To acknowledge the struggle without succumbing to it,
To know oneself and set a goal,
To believe in it wholly, without guile.
«The stars were my companions tonight. I sat by the window, candlelight flickering beside me, and wrote about love. “True love,” I mused, “is like the stars – constant, guiding, yet untouchable. It lights our way, even in the darkest moments.”
I love you… yet no words on earth suffice,
To cage the boundless, to embody skies.
No thread of speech can weave the soul’s bright flame,
No art can mirror what no heart could name.
My love for you… a rose ablaze with fire,
Its petals strewn upon the path of dreams.