Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am neither dead nor asleep.
When I left the prison of my physical body,
The essence of my being, my spirit/soul,
Returned to humankind’s true eternal home,
The world of spirit and light.
Glad to tell you that I am alive and well
And that my eternal and immortal spirit/soul can and will
Never die, the same as yours and everybody else’s.
I am enjoying the freedom of being able to get
Around without needing a physical body.
One of the Angels of Transformation,
Not of Death because there is no such thing,
Came and gently invited me to follow it
Because once again, my time for returning
To humankind’s true eternal home had come.
It’s good to be fully aware of my true nature and
That the essence of my being is a spirit/soul
Who is eternal and immortal, just like my true parents,
The Great Father/Mother of all life and their
Only born Son/Daughter, the Universal Christ,
It’s good to know of everlasting oneness with them
As well as every other manifestation of life that
Exists in the whole of Creation.
What more could anyone wish for?
Yet, if it makes you happy, weep for yourself
And the space I seem to have created in your life,
Although in truth, there isn’t any need for that either.
The only difference between you and me is that
I no longer need a physical body for getting around
In humankind’s true eternal home, the spirit realm,
Like you do in the material world.
Be glad that once more I have made the great
Transformation from the outer world to the inner.
That’s the only thing that happened.
Yet, if it pleases you, connect with me
In the old-fashioned way:
In a thousand winds that blow;
In softly falling snow;
In gentle showers of rain;
In fields of ripening grain;
In every morning’s hush
And in the graceful rush
Of birds in circling flight.
In every night’s Starshine;
In every flower that blooms;
In the quiet of a room;
In every bird that sings
And all other beautiful things
Look for me in them, by all means but
Please do me the favour of not
Standing at my grave and crying,
Because you know it’s just an empty shell
That’s getting buried there.
The essence of my being, my spirit/soul,
Is not there because it did not die
And never will, neither will yours
I am looking forward to welcoming you
When the time for your return
To the spirit realm has come.
Meanwhile I shall be supporting you far better
Than it was ever possible while both of us were
Attending the earthly school of life’s lessons.
Mary Frye
Edited by Aquarius
Updated January 2022
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