Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
I can see myself in different ways. I am not obligated to see myself the same way all the time. I can change my perception of myself. That is what shamanic magic is.
They brainwash you so that you admire in them a superior power that you don't imagine you have in yourself, but you can have it also.
"The best advice anyone ever gave me was that if it is really hard to do/write/make something, you may really just not want to do it and you have to listen to that."