09 February 2009

Hopi Prayer...

A new friend inspired me to research native-american tribes. I found this Hopi prayer, and it reminds me of the last book in His Dark Materials series when those in the underworld dissipate in the air, joining their "souls," and are free.

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.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there,I did not die.

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