Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush.
I am the swift, uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Found at akullnaja's blog. My Albanian isn't good enough to translate the whole blog but I think the poem is attributed to Steven Cummins. If anyone knows better, please let me know.
The Universe always sends exactly the right stuff to us at the perfect moment... we just have to be Aware. Thank You.
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