Intuitions Acting As A Guide Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

True erudition: intuition’s wink,
responds to fundamental cues, minds think
beyond tryst rendezvous of time and place
can trace-scan space span Past and Future link.

So whether wide, or hide-out's tiny chink
through which soul flies, spies skies bypassing blink,
nor chaser, chaste, nor chase but hasty pace
as Poet's dream streams past Man’s teeming brink

Yet answers in themselves need be allied
with intuitions acting as wise guide
interpreting rune tunes that won’t betray
causal wellsprings well identified.

The fourth dimension’s secret passageway
has hidden exits, entrances, thus may
be breached by magic shell spells that attract
fey instincts, set foreknowledge on its way.

Fate's ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes
but here or there as strikes fate's fancy flows
whoever tossed it down on playing field,
knows all on call wise wherewithal sows, grows.

Pill can’t fill bill, fulfill will to command,
nor spirit chart heart’s flair fantastic fanned,
no drips let slip, sip nectar rapture rich
win/win share in fair manner under hand.

Thus erudition, intuition twin,
spurn spin, judgmental values, blessings, sin,
no block know, flow, unlocking what before
seems to have been prepared by distant kin.

Time shifts perspectives which in turn shift time,
hard climb to synchronicity sublime
turns as all puzzle pieces into place
fall on call: ball, basket, player, rhyme.

Both ends and means identical appear
as Chinese walls free fall, as vision, seer,
knit together, cause, effect, combine;
far, near spin quantum jets, net twins in gear.