Ive said this since... forever... my death-dream is to have my ashes somehow mixed within the elements...people. i dont care how.. whatever spiritual thing resonates within them... but certainly to be mixed in all the elements in a semi-solemn but mostly theatrical display. Its a joyous union after all. But the bulk of my ashes, I was placed beneath a young tree. No names.. I care not for where I have been, only for what I have done with my existence til the end. If it mattered not, then I so too mattered not and this could be my final contribution to Life and our existence as one organism. And being recycled back into everywhere, graves are unneeded and these would be my words for recitation 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 glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn 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 cry; I am not there. I did not die.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 05:26:40 +0000
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