Concentrated bliss

CONCENTRATED BLISS

We walk about and have our day

My city beloved in emotional attachment

I walk the streets – past shop and cafe

With echoing memories passing my way

Glancing here – glancing there and pausing

I remember – with concentrated bliss

                   ….

This means all and nothing

Nothing when compared

To the weightier matters of the law

All and much in my infinitesimal little life

Those streets and avenues

Where I bounced on my heels of youth

Or trudged – sore-footed in my latter years

                   …                

Until memory has to stop and park

In the recesses of the forgotten

Until memory flights to yonder place

No material building can house

A habitation not made with hands

New perception – All else forgotten

No memory of the former

Just the concentrated bliss of the eternal