Where does the real poetry
Come from?
From the amorous sighs
In this moist dark when making love
With form or
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
From the heart saying,
“I am so damn


Posted by | Paul Reynolds
Paul has been a yoga teacher on the Island of Kauai for many years and is the facilitator of the weekly Living the Question Blog - a repository of wisdom and inspiration. Paul also produces and hosts Le Guru is You Radio Show, showcasing everyday gurus.

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