[A THOUSAND WINDS -sen no kaze-]
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep there.
I am a thsousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle rain in the Autumn.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of the
Quiet birds flying in the circle.
I am the stars shining softly at night.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
---Author unknown
For his death anniversary, this poem is dedicated.
6.21.1999