Inspiration, I used to think you a shy and quiet girl, easily silenced with too much wantonness. Like the smoke from the incense I burn. Stillness revealed your form... Now I know you to be a fierce and capricious woman who demands  without compromise and deserves to be served. I am yours. Because you, beyond the veil of this so called reality, are me. Thank you everytime. Your word is my command and I've learned to follow as the universe unfolds itself to accommodate your wishes. If only all the world could know your voice as I do. I know you speak to them. But they listen with the wrong ears. We would all be kings!