Wherever rhymes come from, some do seem sent
Intentionally, as if a spirit guide
Whispered the word to cunningly provide
Significance I didn’t know I meant.
I’ve come to think such things are provident
And signs of synchronicities I’ve spied
Elsewhere in life and learned to take in stride,
Learned not by intellect but sentiment.
Sometimes it’s feeling first, and later mind
Interprets what is then already known;
Not evidence prevails, but hints designed
To baffle intellect, like a Zen koan.
Such whispers are a sign of intuition,
The knowledge of a mind come to fruition.