Intuition in the interior field

This post, I have attempted to write in the language of intuition. To me it sounds like chimes on wind and pleasing, but without any structure. An attempt at making an abode on shifting sands.

Internal field in contrast to the external field is something that escapes the perception of external field. It does not have the power of intellect for propagation. It is subjective and every individual is the master of their internal field; if one can master something like that. To use a common theme of opposites, I have been using and will continue using; it is un-captured. Using the language of the external field it is difficult to describe this state of freedom. However anything fresh, which is alien to a particularly perceived environment is from the internal field. Internal field can be pointed to but not defined. Internal field is the source of our play, beauty, laughter and ideals. It is often assigned to the unseen and there are people who rush from the exterior carrying labels for the unseen. Hence I will use the language of intuition. This seems to be a popular way that intuition-ists, describe the un-describable. They seek to induce sudden, flashes of understanding by various means. A bypass across the city of intellect, from the object to the subject. My attempt in this article is to point towards the internal field and let the feeling of intuition be heard. If it is heard, it will be unique to the hearer. Nothing can take that away from that individual. For that reason it is cherished. 
 

"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind a faithful servant."

 Eisnstein

"To one who knows not, it is clearly revealed"

Mesiter Eckhart

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.

You feel it, don't you?

 Rumi

Misty rain on Mount Lu,

And waves surging in Che-chiang;

When you have not yet been there,

Many a regret surely you have;

But once there and homeward you wend, 

How matter of fact things look!

Misty rain on Mount Lu,

And waves surging in Che-Chiang

Sotoba, quoted by D.T Suzuki

"to point at the moon a finger is needed, but woe to those who take the finger for the moon; a basket is welcome to carry our fish home, but when the fish are safely on the table why should we eternally bother ourselves with the basket?" 

D.T Suzuki

O! why alone the mystic songs
Our senses stun,
Lo! when the self-same notes come out
From all the reeds and wires and drums?
Ghalib

For years my heart was in search of Jam-e Jam (the Holy Grail)
It sought of strangers, what it already possessed

Hafiz

You were born with potential
You were born with goodness and trust
You were born with ideals and dreams
You were born with greatness
You were born with wings
You are not meant for crawling, so don't
You have wings
Learn to use them and fly!

Rumi

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