Strange how words can be so limiting at times. I found this so when I died last night in my dream. As my flesh lay down and Spirit rose to tell the story I was reminded of this writing by Joyce Fossen. Passing's 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 glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripen grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. by Joyce Fossen
Beautiful that the hands of the sisters death and night, Incessantly softly remold again and ever again, The face of this soiled world - Anonymous Hotwater
This post reminded me of this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kSvN1dQjxc"]YouTube - Megadeth - Wake Up Dead
