We all have those moments,
like a patch of azure sky.
A lighting strike of mind and heart,
sometimes heralds to new starts.
A flash of inspiration.
A mind expanding rapture.
A dawning of a comprehension,
which had long eluded you.
A sure and certain feeling,
of what is truly true.
Can we live by those moments,
by what we’ve known we know?
Or do we stumble on
with all the times we just don’t know,
where to go or where were coming from?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem