When I'm gone from your side,
And all your tears have been dried ...

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'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 star that shines at night.

And when you stroll in the evening hours,

And smell the aroma of beautiful flowers;

There'll be no need to sob and cry ...

I am not there, I did not die!

~ Author Unknown ~

A song of love

Going Home

The same stream of life that runs through the world
runs through my veins night and day in rhythmic measure.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust
of the earth into numberless waves of flowers."

~Rabindranath Tagore


To Jane

To My friend Bo Connolly
A warrior


Ideas for a Time When Someone You Love Is Dying

When One You Loved Has Died

Understanding the Grief Process

Let Peace and Peace and Peace Be Everywhere