WindCoral (my soul sister I have yet to meet physically)’s response to my previous post made me think of a Hopi Prayer. It is probably not new to many:
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 understand, I understand.
This truth sometimes feels like a knife’s edge, thin yet sturdy, a sharp line. This truth draws me to it, entices me to lean into its edge and let the blood flow.