When I was gazing through the endless line of trees and kissing the wind blowing against my face, a feeling of immortality swept all over me. Suddenly, everything seemed too insignificant. Why do we worry? What do we stress about? Our ailing bodies make us cry and our worrying mind plays to our fears. Some of the things we fear are worse than anything that can or will ever happen but we spend our lives trying to avoid those worst case scenarios. We need to evolve our awareness – from the ephemeral bodies to a worrying mind to ultimately the enduring spirit. Tap that spirit for the spirit never retires. Worry later about leaving a legacy, first, just live.
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 ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s 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.Mary Elizabeth Frye