Hopi Prayer of The Soul's Graduation

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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning 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.
My Spirit is still alive…

I found this poem right after my mom died. I feel like I see her everyday in nature and I find comfort beyond words in that. In every beautiful flower, I see her. In every gust of wind, I feel her. She is always with me.

I go to Zilker Botanical Gardens here in Austin where she was married when I feel like I want to be closer to her. It's a beautiful place for meditation.