where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die

Awake #2

1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift up-lifting rush
of quiet birds in 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.
Tags: all * consciousness, all * entropism, death & dying / mortality, entropy - & memory / time / cogn, environ - nature / love of nature, frye - elizabeth, interconnectedness, s - poetry - awake series, shanti, transcendentalism
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