What in the universe would be the meaning of those moments
When a fluttering sensation mild almost unfelt crosses the face
A brief sparkle that dances in pinpoints of light in nearby space
Those moments when an indescribable sensation passes close
An interlude so short as to almost seem like a ghost.

Those moments when in the deepest laxity
A hand floats into the mind and strokes your ego
Those moments in the deepest quiet, produce the clarity
Of rainbow colours and a known child-like simplicity.

Those moments bring a sense of connectivity
When a speck of dust is given greater objectivity
Those moments when a healing hand is your own soul
Where distance shrinks, love increases as you find your goal.

Those moments in touch with the other seeps deep inside
Giving clarity, charity love understanding, more besides
Those moments spoken in every book of religion
For the contemplative is not restricted by region.

In this universe we all seek the real meaning of life
Those moments where care and sympathy reign supreme
Where truly heroic deeds are shown to us in dreams
Those moments as we seek an inner hidden truth
And we find the meaning of sitting under a roof.

Those moments as we feel the agonies of poverty
We realise our stomachs ache with over use
Those moments are pieces in a massive jigsaw of life
To ignore even one small piece causes untold strife.