Do not stand at my grave and weep

2016/ 07/ 24
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 sun on riped grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplisting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Isn't this amazing?
We are eternal, never to die.
We turn our body into something small,
something promising and natural.
Do you agree or disagree?
Do you think we are aware of the death?
Would you say, ”Oh, I'm dead! ”
”I'm flying to Tokyo to have fun.  Movies.  Shopping!”
Or, would you like to do something
different that you could not achieve
in the former life?  Like getting a full
mark in a math test?  Lol!