A Poem: Within

There is much
I do not know.

But what I do
is always sufficient.

This awareness
of love.

That we are held in love.

Nothing outside of it,
everything within it.

Love’s generosity,
our gift of life.

This life,
a dewdrop on a leaf,

our being
and our continuance

held within an ever evolving
creation.

For as long as there is love
there is life.

For as long as there is life
we are held in love.

Our separation,
only illusion,

which in Love’s grace
we are given to understand.

How we are a word
within the eternal Word

before the world’s birth,

and will remain a word
within the Word

never-ending.

Everything up to us,
falling,

and fading out as the world.

Everything outside of Love
simply the ego which calls our name,

offering us clothes.

Tempting us with visibility,
insubstantial as the wind.

When we have always been
visible to Love,

and hidden in Love’s hand,
always known.

And that we will remain
in love

is now all we have come
to understand.

This identity,
which was ours before birth,

after death.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2022