Zywa My table

There is a shortage of chairs
around my table, in the house
for the cousins who died

young, the old family
members and the friends from everywhere
who stayed to live here

in absent presence
letting me experience
warmth, cold and wind intensely

on the heartbeat of the Force
in my body, in my meetings
at my table in the house

of my awareness, my serious
adventure of giving and taking
they wished for me

and that I will wish for you:
that death is not the end
that life goes on

Poem 1547
Amsterdam, 2017-09-12

Collection: The Yellow House Museum 
Keyword: Memory: of people 
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