Logic is the path, wisdom the destination,
and intuition is that little bird with the message tied around its leg,
fluttering through your parted lips to land on your tongue.
You swallow it.

Wings and claws beat against the lining of  your stomach,
gut instinct. Got a hunch?
Trace the wire-line pulling your intestines through skin,
as the crow flies, ignore the hills and hummocks.
Problem found, process skipped, solution acquired.
Teleportation of the mind.

Blue bird, blue bird, sing me a lily song.
This time rational thought takes a back seat,
and psychic-like insight takes the wheel.
Pedal to the metal, highways rendered irrelevant.
Instantaneous liftoff, and we're airborne.
Pluck the answer from thin air.

Let us see where the mind takes us.

h.f.m.