“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