Beneath the soil Worm allay.
Does Worm take notice to death & decay?
What does thou hear in the soils of drear?
Worm near the grave
Do you feel cheer?

Rejoice rejoice
You slid on the land
You saw the Sun & no bird came.

One holy morn I silenced the sea
So Fishy can swim happily
Shark's tooth dull as hammer
A watery shore sang Ashell
Deep in depth Octopus took rest
His suckling stick had become slick
Fishy go flee Fishy happy
Fishy go soft got lost in thought

Just like a cat its easier for a man to crawl on you if you sit still

Growth measured by constant comfort.
Goal complete relaxation
Not moving till done without thinking
Stopping completely one is not distracted by movement.
Master of nothingness
African Lion
Relaxed Horse with flys around his eyes

If you love me so. take hold of me
will be going deep in thine abyss
I peck thee soft with sweet velvet lips
settle in like monarchs
sitting in thine empirial chair
wherth slow wizard trods
just passed the golden gates
each there own pod
over the sunlit hill
with trumpets sounding shrills
sauntering in the reflective pond
his royle holiness

Cheers to vines climbing up the wall getting cozy with chimney

This body i use for pleasure. I evoke pleasures in everything I do. I call on my higher genius Lord Dolce far niente to lead me forever in this path to complete relaxation.
I talk to myself as I slow get out the bath "I go slow pace soft pat dry"
I feel my warmest cotton robe on me before opening my eyes to move onward.
The way of the king.