"Alas, you've reached your sixtieth year,"
Said mortal mind. I shed a tear.
In prayer I wipe the tear away
And so behold a newborn day—
The eastern sky aflame with gold.
I watch infinity unfold.
The dread of age once faced and met,
The joys of life, undreamed of yet,
Begin to open up to me.
Where I was blind, I now can see:
Boundless beauty, the wealth of Soul.
Rejoicing, glad, I'm free and whole.
