You are a part of the whole of life
parttaking in it.
And even when you take it for granted
that you're alive.
Something keeps reminding you
o so gently of the truth:
The beating of the heart,
which is like the voice of god.
Gentle and ferm at the same time
it keeps beating like a drum.
Minding you all the time.
Even when you are not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem