I give you this one thought to keep- I am with you still - I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints in 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 sweet uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not think of me as gone- I am with you still in each new dawn. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
— ~ native american prayer (via gatekeeper) (via mmeadowlark)
