If I owed a name, I would call you " Mule "
The more you are pushed, the more you are drawn and the less you advance
I could also name you " Creativity, Expression "

Now, I like to discover you, surprise myself
You invent me stories, colors and forms
By putting side any reflexion, any interpretation
I more and more often find you.

I am proud of you when you thwart my mental
I cannot control you, only to tame you
By creating you an atmosphere, a decoration
As calms it, passion, nature, meditation
My desire all to know before carrying out me
often prevent you from working with me.

When I trust you,
Finished the blank pages
A word attracts another word, a color
Attract another color.

You can be also without mercy
By taking possession of me hours and hours
I discover there then what is registered with deepest of my heart
I know that you are the new Master of my life
To smell you again I must cease seeking
To be only myself.

Thank you intuition!