Aged three score and ten
The old man walked
Onwards and upwards
laborious and slow
to the foothills of the Himalayas
Once there seated quiet
Amid the hush
His aging mind wandered
The collective unconscious
Letting go of earthly need
Intuition planted a seed
He prayed for wisdom, love and peace
All the earthbound wars to cease
His spirit soared
With shoals of souls
Awash in roar and flow
Then he saw the passing of time
watched his body age and decline
Learned that though we may come
From a different place
We are all connected through the human race
Then felt his body at one with a tree
As the cherry blossom fell gracefully