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I see the world thru a lens
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Native American Spirituality
I share these words with you in honor of my father who left here 10 yrs ago tommorow Do not stand at my grave and weap; I am not there I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on the snow I am the sunlight on the ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn rain When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die
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