"Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that flow

I am the sunlight on my own grave



I am a gentle autumn rain

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight



do not stand at my grave and cry

do not stand at my grave and cry

do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there I did not die



(Spoken)

???is half grown

Even his flower stem has not appeared yet

He's all leaves and roots without a sign of stem in sight

Blossoming, establishing a new pure relationship with the cosmos

It is the sign of heaven.

It's the sign of the cobra.

It's the sign of a man who knows himself royally.

Crowned with the sun.

His feet gripping the earth as he goes.

We have arrived.



Do not stand at my grave and cry.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there I did not die.

I am not there I did not die."