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

And if the rain will put you to ground
I'll grow wings and fly you somewhere in a different world
I'll take you in a room painted in your favourite colours
and with blue skies drawings on the windows.
I'll turn myself into light
and burn for you everyday until the end of my life;
I'll be your moon in the night
I'll collect stars and place them on your ceiling
and night birds will sing you lullabies;
I'll send the rain away
to the farthest worlds
and inside you I'll plant
a peaceful air that will never be defeated
by thunder or gloomy times.

If the rain will put you down
I'll give you my hand
and fly you away
in my heart.

My eyes will become
a blue-green rainbow
behind your smile.

*And rain will never sadden you again.