beware, my love
from all the little spiders that crawl out of your heart
and inhabit other peoples souls
they are nasty little creatures
and will do more harm than good
first they bite
then they suck
and finally
they die

and with them the pieces of other peoples souls.
the more beautiful you become
the more desirable you become
the bigger they get
the stronger they become!
oh, behold, my love.

i wished you could stay a bit more silent
a bit more calm
so you can caress them kiss them

just a little bit longer...
and you will see how beautiful they can become.
creatures like you've never seen before!
ten eyes, all in all!

and each of them shimmering in its own glorious colours
each glancing in the ten holy cardinal directions
their furs blooming like flowers from endless seasons
and they move tenderly in their formless forms
unwinding like blue-golden butterflies from their cocoons
voices like whispering nymphs in the morning
and singing angels by night.
just stay a bit more silent,
a bit more calm, just a little while...

and you will hear them singing...

(thoughts on a monday night)