What the hell is Felt Intuition? you ask.

I don’t know but it kinda looks/feels like this … it’s the emotions/feelings I have about stuff that are LOCKED inside me so fiercely that when you ask me, “what  ya feeling Lyle?” I respond, “Don’t know!” Cause, ya see, I really don’t. AND, the MORE important something is to me … the more I CAN’T FEEL IT!

Poetry sneaks past the door that imprisons my feelings and gives me direct access to them.

Here’s an example.

I constantly struggle with ‘knowing’ how to describe My Work.

Here’s a poem  I ‘channeled’, way back in November 2003, when I asked my Muse to answer the question, “What am I so restless about?”

UNREST

Unrest
besieges me,
disquieting
my soul
and being.

Again,
lost, confused,
in
darkness am I.

No beacon
seems
to glimmer
far or near.

Where lies
the answers
that I need?

Where stands
that guide,
signal,
strong and clear?

Some counsel
“look inside”
but
darkness too
there awaits.

Trapped
at harbour’s edge
I can not
seem to move
out
nor in.

So,
where then
shall I turn
and go?

Does that example help?

Well, it helped ME!