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Originally Posted by flintlock
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
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 forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
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~ author unknown
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It's quoted in Ken Wilber's autobiographic book "
Grace and Grits" about the death of his wife Treya Wilber. She once wrote in her journal that an aunt had send it her, with a letter, in her youth.
A remarkable book, btw, that leads far beyond the story and biographic content. It's about how love can trascend life, but is also an introduction to philosophia perennis. I am not ashamed to say that I repeatedly shed tears over the reading, of hope, not of despair.
Ken Wilber is considered to be one of today's most prominent universal thinkers. I have no doubt that one day his name will be mentioned in one breath with names like Kant, Emmerson and Plato. His "Eros, Kosmos, Logos" has influenced me tremendously and more than most other book, I think.
@ Torpedochief,
if you want to try a more active approach towards your sadness, the more i think about it the more I conclude that "Grace and Grits" maybe can be a helpful companion for you.