I hate moving. Moving is the biggest pain in the ass…boxes, plants, fragile glass, backbreaking Television’s…but this is the life of a renter. So if you rent, you know the feeling…
I am throwing everything away that I don’t need and I came across something that I figured I should archive electronically on this blog. It is a great Hopi Prayer for my best childhood friend who passed away 2 years ago. His name is Benjamin Stewart Virkstis:
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 in the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle summer rain.
When you wake in the 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 cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
It moves me everytime I read it.
I just heard this Bruddah Iz song on YouTube. I felt it would be appropriate to post here.
A beautiful song to go along with a beautiful prayer.