poem by unknown native american

Throughout time, spiritual teachers have manifested on the Earth, teaching us the Truth of who We are, telling us we are responsible for the world we live in, that we are the power in our own worlds.  This poem was written by an unknown Native American who deeply understood their connection with the All-That-Is.  He or she just got it, and I believe we all have the capability to realize our connection to Life Itself.  As best as I can remember it, I place it here for your enjoyment.

Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep

I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond’s glint upon the snow.

I am the shining waves of golden grain,
I am the gentle drip of autumn rain.

I am the fire of stars that light the night,
I am the swift-winged birds in flight.

Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die.