A new life is started at different points of our life,
Where moments of meaning shed light, on our new path
We can not be blind to these moments, which offer new hope.
Blindness comes with the clouds of the world in which we are stuck
Old patterns which terror us and fight for our being to stay
Moments which are stuck in time for the worse and the worse intended
Eyes open to the belief that our moment will come; it shall float in our hands
Catch it, observe it, but not for to long as we shall lose it in a long moments breath
As I gaze on this day’s moment, in the last letter I read which fell from this pen
It shall be mine, as my new life is now.
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