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 awake in the
morning’s hush
I am the soft uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling 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.
— Anonymous
Hmmm… where does one begin..?
I spent today in the silence of the mountains again..
Seemed like an ordinary day… until I arrived home and caught wind of today’s tragic events. Yet another mass school shooting..? This time in an elementary school..?
I have very few words to explain my feelings about this… so I leave you with my photo of rocks. Balanced and left in silence, probably as many children lost their lives..
Sad. Tragic. Surprising. Not surprising. This culture is beyond sick and has been as long as I can remember… which is why I tend to detach from the regular grind of commerce and consumer culture… also why many know me as a “space cadet”… like this afternoon for example.
I feel a deep sadness in my heart when I think of all those kids… They must have been so excited for Christmas with their families… not to mention how devastated the families must feel.
Death of ANYONE always touches me deeply. Not in a negative way… but more so in a “i wish you well brother” kind of way… Every time someone dies, I look at it as a reminder of my own impending death, along with my infinite blessings. A reminder to be humble and observant… appreciative for this moment of breath. And contentment in the possibility that I may NOT be alive tomorrow, or even 5 minutes from now…
But even then, I am not really dead. I will have simply BECOME all of those fleeting moments of beauty described in the above poem.. :)
For this last image, I love the wave that this cloud made through the sky around twilight. slightly ominous. But quite enchanting as well. Almost as if the cloud recognized the balance and posed accordingly for the picture…
Everything is fine in a land outside time… in the land of NOW.
It’s strange how the clouds give this pic a whole different look from the one before … Both very beautiful
This poem touched me deeply.
Thank you for sharing.
You are sheer genius.
Karen
thank you! :)
as soon as i found it that day, it brought happy tears to my eyes.. :)
One would have to be made of stone not to weep for these innocent babies and their heartbroken parents.
I love this poem and share the sadness and just will have to let it sit quietly in my heart…
Beautiful!
Yess, very sad…..very sorry for the families lost they babies. .I pray for them …
Weeping is good but action is needed. This demonstrates balance which is missing in our society. I love what your work conveys. Please keep sharing. We need artists who see the truth.
Yes, (about the school-drama) so meaningless, so hard to understand. And now: A lot of family without there childeren this Chritsmas.
Thet us, in our thoughts, send love and strength to the parents of those childeren. May the angles be with them…
PS What a lovely sculpture! It’s a beautiful monument.
outstanding…! you are a beautiful soul Michael. Thanks for all the light you spread in this world by doing what you do. <3
stupeffacente è credere nell’impossibile
I read the poem at your site. It is a beautiful poem and your picture is magnificent.
It is like you wrote here, reading the poem and all made me feel the serenity and innocence of the people who were taken away yesterday. Thank you.
You work wonders with these stones and the colors are exquisite. The shapes are a dramatic contrast to rocks in the stream. It is consoling to be lifted up at this time and your work does that for me. Thank you.
nice
Thank for them, Michael.
Dude! It really helps!
It does… all of your work does…
despite the sense of tragedy I’m seeing on facebook about today… I hope this picture inspires a sense of serenity in those who see it :)
Yo, Gravity Glue guy, I wish I knew you. Your brand of Zen rocks. No pun intended.
Even the smallest of stones can build towers….and they reach for the sky. Beautiful.
Thank you for creating this beautiful work if art.
Cool, let’s link up and talk soon
it’s possible.
Making any prints?
Beautiful!