As Epiphany's secrets flow through my mind,
I shall decipher rare symbols and signs.
For truth is so complex and multi layered.
Endless streams of distractions make us wayward,
We must focus on the original source
Of things. And feel the warmth of a greater force.
The mystics have taught that throughout the ages.
We need to write new words of light on Time's pages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem