There is me.

There is poetry in darkness and there is poetry in light.
There is poetry in little things, like drinking tea, sitting on the floor in the late afternoon.
There is poetry in breathing in the fresh spring air.
There is poetry in a naked step into the fresh grass.

There is poetry in pain and there is poetry in love.

There is me.

Again perhaps Rilke

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives
are princesses who are
only waiting to see us act,
just once, with beauty and courage.

Perhaps everything that frightens us
is, in its deepest essence,
something helpless that wants our
love.