And
Now;
It all seemed clear,
Even
Much clearer;
As we separated our minds
From all illusions,
The specter of life and death.
And
Then;
We remained in the light,
Even
In illumination;
As we come to the apocalypse of faith
From which all things were called,
Out of darkness; into his light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem