For Michael

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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's 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.

The body is not me. I am not caught in the body,
I am life without boundaries,
I have never been born and I have never died,
Over there the wide ocean,
and the sky with many galaxies
All manifests from the basis of consciousness,
Since beginningless time I have always been free.
Birth and death are only a door through which we go in and out.
Birth and death are only a game of hide-and-seek.
So smile to me and take my hand and wave good-bye.
Tomorrow we shall meet again or even before.
We shall always be meeting again at the true source,
Always meeting again on the myriad paths of life.
~Thich Nhat Hanh

And so today we all meet, in spirit, in heart,
to celebrate the memory of Michael,
the life of Michael,
the immense love of Michael,
and especially the Spirit of Michael..
the spirit once more and forever free.

Much love to you all,

Terri