"The search after Truth is the one thing by which the shape of human life should be determined.
Genuine desire itself opens the road to fulfilment."
Sri Anandamayi Ma
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.