Playspace: February 2007
In Loving Memory of my dear aunt Disa
Hopi Prayer
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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you are awakened in the morning 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.
Everyone should carefully observe which way his heart draws
him, and then choose that way with all his strength.
–Hasidic saying