You only have to allow beauty.
She's there waiting to be given some room to breath and unfold.

In some cases creation is a process of constricting and taming her,
the wild uncompromising force of Love.
But once she has been domesticated there is nothing left to do.
Nowhere to move.
Just a great sense of self satisfaction for having subdued that horrible chaotic force.

Unchecked domination.
A war on terror.
The end of Life. 

Then the servants of Love will take on the work of loosing her binds.
Creation becomes a process of artfully removing obstacles, of placing explosives so that the structure will collapse just so.
Creators are really demolitions experts.

Tear down the walls.
Walk on the grass.
Return to the seas of our origin.
The key is never to loose the contact.
There may come a day when having cut her free there is nothing left to do.
Then the hunt is on.

Catch her.
Tie her.
Silence her.

But a good collaborator will take care not to break her.
A co-creator will bind her just so, and will remain sensitive to her vulnerable situation.
Recognize that the master must be a servant.
And set her loose at the right moment to prolong the creative dance.
Satisfaction = Exploitation
Beauty gave me a poem, and I gave her a knife.