Why do you stare at my grave and weep? There am not, nor will I ever sleep. I am a thousand moons that shine brightly. I am the sparkling jewel in the Dawn’s neck. I am the sunlight that gives you new vision. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you turn on in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the god’s nectar that saints always seek. I am a rainbow that ever appears in the sky. So, Why do you stare at my grave and weep? There I am not. Nor will I ever die.