intuition. not your ally, your alchemist

a whisper widening within,
a hum that won’t fade,
a flame that won’t gutter,
a thread that won’t break,
a knowing already waiting,
a presence never chosen,
yet familiar.

subtle in its arrival,
immovable once felt,
a calling without ceremony,
a turn without prelude,
unplanned yet exact.

not a hand-holding guide,
but an ancient inner force,
unmoved by preference,
untouched by impulse,
not soft, not soothing,
more undoing than comfort,
fiercer than reassurance,
older than form.

beneath the quiet veil of life
the alchemist stirs
in silence.

the scent of wet earth,
a clear direction.
a quiet pull beneath the chest,
an inner nod.
a chill along the spine,
a certainty without reason.

shifting the inner tides,
rearranging what you cling to,
re-tuning your being
toward what is most real.

not here to spare pain,
but to spare distortion,
steadying the ground within
to stand as yourself
without apology,

not to flatter desire,
but to awaken the one able to hold
the truest truth
without fracturing.

so burn,
burn again if burning must be,
rise through the ashes,
lighter in the letting go,
truer in the returning,

fold or unfold
slip or rise
follow or flinch
the current remains
becoming through each turn.

what does trust become
within a force this precise?

a surrender that forges and tempers,
a yielding that hones and refines.

no drama.
no voice from heaven.
no epiphany music.

just a sudden, undeniable knowing
you have carried all along.

so then what changes in the world?

the ordinary day continues
as it is.

only now
you cannot pretend otherwise.