There is a thing as inconspicuous as powerful.
It does not have wings, but even a moment would be surprised how elusive it can be, when you wish it to stay.
Without a body it can shame the stone by its resistance, when you try to free yourself of it.
It can bring you down like a villain – easily, ruthlessly, before you know it.
And immediately thereafter your broken self gets surprised how this angelic being lifts you up.
It is not a fighter, so do not compete. Make it your friend, have a stormy affair.
Do not expect a peaceful spouse, but let yourself be inspired.
Make love, not war.
Don’t hold your thoughts back, write poems.