Intuition

Owl in the night
Deliberately,
Gone.
You did not see it.
Falling
Where Ganesh stood back.
That vortex
Is in front of you
Angry, solemn
Its pulsating and furious.
From another dimension
My breath is sucked.

And on the left palm of the tarot reader‘s hand
A third eye
Closes its lid.
Angry vortex
Gust of wind
And yet its fury is in its own quantum beyond human touch
You can see that angry spirit
A whirlwind of energy
Gusts of fury.
A voice at your ear wakes you.
          Get up.

Something intuition understands
Invisible communication
Between mother and daughter
The spirit is connected,
Even if life on the physical realm has departed