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Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Intuition

Inner voice whispering to me
not to rely on the proof of my eyes but
the truth of my heart.
Understanding is a seed in my belly,
its roots taking hold and spreading
through me, showing me the way.
I heed that voice,
open myself to it,
never doubt it again.

© Elle Lassiter, 2004
Posted by Elle Lassiter at 1:28 AM

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