Oh dear one, crying at my grave, Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.

I am I, and you are you.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.
It's all the same.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.

I am I, and you are you.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

Oh dear one, crying at my grave,

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.

Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.

Fall, away.

Oh dear one, crying at my grave.

I am I, and you are you.