Prayer

"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)

Man as yet 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."