Flashing Thought

A thought is flashing, then another one. Where is all of this current from? There is no center, just a golden Thread is going, then – a flight. What do we live for? Do we know that? Where comes our inspiration from? A wise Creator is endowing The soul which is singing now. We could debate, but understand: That dispute is just coming down. The thought that flashed with endless joy Is dying just for resurrection. How can we stop this endless flow? Yes, anyone can learn to live, But how to love – not everybody could. Who is controlling all this life? Who knows much about destiny? The spirit’s trembling in the mortal body. Who could be shocked by the eternity. Life’s like a moment in the Universe, And it is worth to be appreciated.