Moccasins in the Snow

HOPI PRAYER 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 the ripened grain.I am the autumn's gentle 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.