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 birds 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.
by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004, American poet)
Contributed to this blog by Aziz Anjum
Sufi Ways 
I love this poem. Thank you.
One of my most favourites!!
A universal thought; thence its universal appeal.
Well said!! 🙂
Beautiful poem. It’s a perfect reminder that True Life flows eternally – and that we are all a part of that Life eternally too.
And that, too, is a central Sufi thought.
Reblogged this on E'n'M and commented:
Fav poem after my grandpa died……..