Guts to your feelings

You know when it is meant to be yours
It’s one of those midnight chills you get during the day
Like a crossbow on a journey, alone in snow-covered mountains

You know it when you know it
One of those things not meant to be spoken

The universe knows your secret
You radiate it through your mind every day
It admires your fantasy

Even if you’re busy in a meeting
It knows whom you’re greeting in your mind
A smirk on your face—brief, fleeting

“What’s meant to be yours will find its way”
The universe compels that prophecy every day

You know it when you know it
Don’t let moss grow over it

— नि. भो.