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 sun light on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain,

When you wake in 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.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.

0ld Indian prayer read at Agi's grave after her ashes were buried at Westwood Memorial Park.

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9 September 2002; pml