The pure achievement of the aging mind
The pure achievement of the aging mind
is transient joy, released from cares of time.
The clock of life one no more needs to wind,
the finest hour is here with every chime.
Each sense reports the commonest of things
as deep delight; because ephemeral.
The sand, a star, a tree, the fire, each brings
a sharp, ecstatic, heightened, taste of all
that makes this lovely world the magic place
where man is one with everything around.
Thus, free of past and future, feels with grace
the wondrous human secret he has found.
The best of all could be the final breath;
entrancing union with the sigh of death.
is transient joy, released from cares of time.
The clock of life one no more needs to wind,
the finest hour is here with every chime.
Each sense reports the commonest of things
as deep delight; because ephemeral.
The sand, a star, a tree, the fire, each brings
a sharp, ecstatic, heightened, taste of all
that makes this lovely world the magic place
where man is one with everything around.
Thus, free of past and future, feels with grace
the wondrous human secret he has found.
The best of all could be the final breath;
entrancing union with the sigh of death.
[Sonnet from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]
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