Our everyday is Poetry and From what I can tell, when we are living the moments of our days with awakened senses and reflective minds, our bodies take on a resonance. We resound with what our bodies notice as we go about each day doing the ordinary tasks of living: the whistling of the tea kettle, the feel of hot stones beneath our feet, a red truck parked beside a yellow house, the pounding of our own hearts when we narrowly miss colliding with a bicyclist. This resonance, this noticing, becomes a kind of knowledge that can transform into emotion, memory, realization, conversation, inspiration, revelation. This is all the stuff of poetry. Poetry is our first and most natural language
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