Unspoken Poetry

I wasn't ready to say 'goodbye'

Do not stand

at my Grave and weep

I am not there

I did not sleep

I am a thousand

winds that blow

I am the diamond

glints in the snow

I am the

sunlight on the ripened grain

I am the

gentle autumn's rain

When you awaken

in the morning hash

I am the swift

uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars

that shine at night

Do not stand

at my Grave and weep

for I am not there

I did not die, nor do I sleep

~Hopi Prayer