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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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 awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here; I did not die.

– Mary Elizabeth Frye


Poem by Adyashanti

If you prefer smoke over fire
then get up now and leave.
For I do not intend to perfume
your mind’s clothing
with more sooty knowledge.

No, I have something else in mind.
Today I hold a flame in my left hand
and a sword in my right.
There will be no damage control today.

For God is in a mood
to plunder your riches and
fling you nakedly
into such breathtaking poverty
that all that will be left of you
will be a tendency to shine.

So don’t just sit around this flame
choking on your mind.
For this is no campfire song
to mindlessly mantra yourself to sleep with.

Jump now into the space
between thoughts
and exit this dream
before I burn the damn place down.

Lighten Your Workload

To observe
To define
To derive meaning
This is the pattern of pain

In response the seeker attempts
To be an impartial witness
To accept
To be aware

True acceptance annihilates the acceptor
The term loses meaning and function
If you never knew war
How would you know peace?

A speck of awareness
Precedes all thought
You may be lost
But possibility renews eternally

Is it not enough to see?
Lighten your workload
Be simple
Find goodness


I jingle the keys and unlock my front door
Molly comes sprinting nails scraping the floor
Unable to stop she slips down the front step
“Calm down Molly please! You’ll kill yourself yet!”

Crying with joy she circles my feet
Sniffing and panting and dying to greet
I give her a pet, at most two or three
“Ship it!” I say and “Now just let me be!”

I sit down to remove my grungy work clothes
But there’s wind in my ear and a soggy cold nose
With a duck and a shove I give myself space
She darts back again with a lick on the face

After a long day at work I am not in the mood
I just want a beer to drink with my food
I walk to the table and glance down at the floor
Dog hair in each corner, more than ever before!

It’s been just a day since we swept through each room
It can’t happen that fast, it must be the broom!
Cursing her name I collect it by hand
She knows that I’m mad but does not understand

The evenings she spends pacing all through our home
She stares at us blankly, won’t leave us alone
“Do you have any food? Do you need to go pee?”
“What in the world are you asking of me?”

Frustrated and tired we send her away
The foot of the stairs is where she will lay
Now we sit on our butts and stare at the tube
Maybe Big Bang will help lighten our mood

Soon we’re asleep and awake the next day
The routine will repeat in the same dreadful way
Who is this guy, the ungrateful twit?
Whose temper ignites at the flip of a switch

Molly brings me only affection and love
And I push it away with a cold mindless shove
This is not at all how I want it to be
Is this how enlightened people would see?

Another chance is mine, there if I choose
I know I can change, there’s nothing to lose
The world is my oyster, I can do what I please
I’ll start the next time I jingle my keys


I believe everybody wants to be happy
I believe every insane action is a misguided attempt to be happy
I believe everyone is frustrated that they can’t find happiness
I believe people think something external will make them happy
I believe the lure of false happiness is the bane of humanity
I believe you do not need to do anything to find happiness
I believe true happiness is unconditional
I believe unconditional happiness is to transcend happiness
I believe this happiness transforms into Peace, Joy, and Love
I believe Peace, Joy, and Love are born out of Spirituality
I believe Spirituality is not about what you believe