intuitiveflow

Same day as the last post, later, I sit in a dark corner of The Hungarian Pastry Shop. It is a street cleaning day. My car is double parked nearby and I am waiting for the right time to drive it back to my street and park it there. I need to make some money fast and decide to ask my intuition what to do about it. I have my markers and pencils with me. Because of the darkness I don’t even see the yellow when I paint it in. I just know it is there, and that my intuition asked me to put it there. Now in the post I see that the yellow has turned into ochre. You can imagine yellow.

 Here are the words that come:

It is dense here

And busy

People are making swift moves

To grab at where the action is

And one of them

Is feeling like a baby

Playing and being protected

The sun is shining everywhere

And trees are growing

Everybody runs for something

But the baby has a vision

And is calm

He holds the embryo

Of good things to come.