In the end we all die alive.
Your death touches mine,
rippling upon the pond.
In the end we all live together,
your death foretelling ours.
so that we, sitting
drinking tea,
or exclaiming on the summer’s day,
are brought to tears
at news of you,
slipping like an upturned skiff
from earth.
So abrupt is death
that we all stand staring at the curtain
entered through.
How seamless it is now,
as the ocean settling
after waves.
How it is we
who are left shaken,
as though you were the victim
and we having survived—
when really,
it’s just that
for a moment we lost our faith
in the life beyond life
that in the end draws us
closer by the day.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
January 2023
Living Tree Poetry 
Lovely, well said dear Ana 💞🙏🏽🤲🏽
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Oh thank you dear friend, how you know about death and life xx
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Brooding, pensive, then embracing, hopeful. Thank you, dear friend.
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Thank you, what does dying teach us but that there is more beyond. I so appreciate your reading so faithfully here my friend x
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Your poems always make me quiet and still ❤️
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Aw Ananda, so beautiful to hear from you, thank you for listening deep so that the poem might speak to you xx
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