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Sri Anandamayi Ma

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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 white doves in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

I am the waves upon the sea

What lives forever on is our Lord and me.


Do not stand at my grave and cry;

                                  I am not there, I did not die.


Hopi Indian Prayer from Departed Souls

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