Do not stand at my grave and weep

Here's a poem i read that gave me goosebumps, and that i have committed to memory: (i have my friend neeraja to thank for putting it in my way... :*)

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Mary Elizabeth Frye

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 there. I did not die.