So Damn Alive
"Where does the real poetry Come from?
From the amorous sighs
In this moist dark when making love
With form or spirit.
Where does poetry live?
In the eye that says "Wow wee,"
In the overpowering felt splendor
Every sane mind knows
When it realizes – our life dance
Is only for a few magic seconds.
From the heart saying, Shouting
"I am so damn Alive."
- "Wow," by Hafiz
