Intuition: The Body, Heart, and Mind Connection
The heart wants to know if the water is hot.
The heart wants to know if the water is cold.
Intuition has been holding her hand and asking her to trust what she knows to be true.
But there are so many questions that intuition does not answer.
The heart requires trust.
The heart asks, “Are you leading us to a place that will someday appease this thirst?
What if this water is nothing more than a mirage?”
How will she ever know if she doesn’t get close enough to reach out and feel it?
How can she go any further when, for her good, there have to be boundaries?
There is a line that has been drawn and one that was self-imposed.
How does she move forward from that without sacrificing self-respect?
Her mind tells her the truth that she doesn’t want to hear.
“We don’t. There is no forward. There is only acceptance.”
His choice is made.
You already know the only choice that is left.
The ache came again last night.
It's the same as it is here now.
It doesn’t seem to matter how tired I am.
I want you, and that doesn’t go away.
I stared at my ceiling last night.
I didn’t turn the lights off right away.
I didn’t want to sleep.
You were awake. You were with me.
And your name repeatedly told me and the world that I am yours.
Is it wrong that I like that?
I don’t care. I do.
It feels as if you are saying to me and everyone else that I belong to you.
How many times have I traced the letters that spell your name?
In my room, my heart is adamant about immersing itself in what I feel for you without the voice of reason.
I sat up and found your eyes again.
I am searching for answers that I can’t find.
I want you here with me to tell me why.
Please tell me how.
I am torn.
Because in the next breath, I am wishing for your silence.
I am afraid of the words that you will say.
Regardless of my mind, I think of you with me every night.
Against me.
I think of putting my head on your chest, holding your hand, and sliding your fingers across my lips.
I want to kiss every one of your fingertips.
I want to guide your fingers wet from my lips to the pulse of my neck and your mouth to follow.
I imagine your hands' impatience because of the clothes between us.
I feel your teeth on my top as you pull it up and away from my skin, bearing all of me to your eyes.
Your lips find my waist, and your fingers once again find my lips.
Breathless, I pull away from tasting you.
I need you above me and your eyes to tell me you feel everything I feel and that I am not alone.
Please tell me that this isn’t all for nothing.
Tell me that there is more between us than this.
If I am wrong.
Then tonight, don’t stop.
I want you all night.
Again.
And again.
That may be the only way to get you out of my system.
At a distance, the vision of water before her looks like all she never knew she was seeking.
She never thought that reflected to her in its depths; she would find the soul of the one who is the other half of her spirit.
Her intuition tells her that even her weaknesses and all the other incomplete parts of herself would somehow be okay in his arms.
The heart never knew how alone she had been until she found you.
She sees so much when she looks at you.
The fierceness in the darkness of your eyes betrays you to her.
She sees past that.
She sees something vulnerable in your truth that captivates and draws her in.
This is why there is a longing to touch your face, to somehow communicate without words that she sees you and wants you as you are.
All of you.
Unspoken and unwritten, the fact remains in your eyes that there is so much that you have said to me.
I will not pretend like I know everything about you.
But I know I feel you.
Before this, I thought about seeing you- if you would have me.
I planned to be smart. I would stay in a hotel for a weekend, and we could go on a date.
I wanted to know that what we feel is real.
Now, I keep looking for answers by finding your picture with your eyes.
Each time I visit you, I get lost in my emotions, but questions about you and us remain at the forefront of my mind.
Then, I have an intrusion into all I feel, which is loud and abrasive to my emotions.
My ever-sensible mind is quick to make its voice heard:
“There is no us.”
I rebel against this voice and argue, “But his eyes make me feel…”
There again, in the stillness of my room, is that voice of reason.
“He is not making you feel.
He is not controlling you with his eyes.
You are choosing.”
My heart is angry over this.
I can’t help but fight against this voice in the back of my head.
Would you have me abandon the intuition of my soul?
After finding him, it is as if there is no other choice.
Doesn’t the heart know?
Yes, but doesn’t the mind always whisper wisdom by forecasting the future?
Was it the mind, body, heart, or intuition in the past that gave the correct outcome?