It is all in the mind.
I am comforting a friend who
is dying.
Heaven and hell are all
in the mind.
Death is all in the mind.
Living too, is all in the mind.
And the mind
is just a mind.
We still have something better
than our minds.
I showed her my heart.
I lead her hands to her heart.
It is the one that feels.
It is the one that sees too well,
what is next to come.
It is where God dwells.
And it is there where
everyone finds rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem