It's Not Magic - Gregory Orr
It's not magic;it isn't a trick.
Every breath is a resurrection.
And when we hear the poem
Which is the world, when our eyes
Gaze at the beloved's body,
Gaze at the beloved's body,
We're reborn in all the sacred parts
Of our own bodies:
Of our own bodies:
The heart
Contracts, the brain
Releases its shower
Of sparks,
And the tear
Embarks on its pilgrimage
Down the cheek to meet
The smiling mouth,