The reason this poem is great is because it allows those left behind to help themselves overcome the sadness and emptiness. Strictly speaking, it's a kind of hypnosis or self-deception. However, sometimes we need hallucination. When the reality is too harsh to endure, you may deceive yourself into believing the reality is not real.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
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