You make me smile with my heart

Always difficult to know
How much is enough
With each cell 
Swelling and subsiding
Needing, meaning making
Immune to doubt
Giving out, taking in
To no end
Replacing what is expelled
With new life, strength, hope
All the while growing
More and beautiful
Under my skin

New, crescent, waxing phases
Since you called
Out of hiding
Neither defend
Or deny

Each bite
A little light
Every thought
A little death 
Of ego and resistance 

Find my heart in this
Hours measured out in bliss

'Why we can't be
Or see 
who cuts us asunder
Like a boor felling a tree
You're the thunder
Going under
Over me

Don't forget to pray
To keep it away
Away from every day
Where you wonder
Why we can't be...'

Song lyrics by Anja Plaschg, Soap and Skin. 

Creative spark
I see in you
Dreaming
Waking me

Latent seed
I wait for you
Expectantly
Resurrect me

Winter Sun
I long for you
Ritually 
Nourish me

Sanguine one
I dine with you
Replenishing
Anchor me

Blossoming love
I ride with you
Untethering
Embolden me

Sacred space
I live with you
Opening
Swallow me

Whole

'Big Minds
Big Things
Creative anxiety
Poets folk
Artistic authors
Scientists

Simply studying 
Big Creatives
Philosopher
Nervous
Breakdown

'Small ray of light?
French historians
Reading Wordsworth
Attuned emotions
Lifted anxiety

Insomniac
Out of sync
Creativity flourished 
What rich ideas
Work of a sleeper?

Emily Dickenson
Phobias
Housebound
Undistracted
Time to write

Ditto Charles Darwin
For decades

Sigh, smile and say
Be that as it may
Allow intensity to overflow...'

- word maze from 'First We Make the Beast Beautiful' by Sarah Wilson, (2017), 166-167. 

A veritable flood is opening the gates.