I tried
But failed
To see
God's light
Affirmed
As true
By monks
Who've seen
So I
Retried
This time
Heart still
No thought
No fear
Patterns
Recede
Presence
Vibrates
Bliss beats
Heighten
It's strange
I thought
No, no
Please don't
Thinker
Must die
Doer
Must rest
What is
Just is
Don't think
Just feel
Love throb
Within
Body
An urn
Where bliss
Flame burns
The void
Whispers
Listen
Gently
Soften
Focus
Let time
Dissolve
Soul's in
Bardo
Silence
The key
Pure heart
The way
Then I
Who sought
Knew that
All are
The That
God's light
That's now
Revealed
Oh joy
I Am
05-November-2022
its hot
now its your lot
take a stroll
where the fishman load
now time FOR THE RETRIED GOAT
and water bummer
FISHING SUMMER AND BOATS
Devon or Derby
There is something firm about nobility
You will hardly ever find any mobility
Unless they have a change of heart
It is still unto death when we do part.
All of their honor is highly displayed
Do anything against it would be afraid
They all appear to be mighty fine fed
Look at those people with a big head.
Is a crown required to have much glory
Or is it just a part of the same old story
Forget about having my fortune and fame
And also always hallowed be my name.
Who else has a name rhyming with heaven?
Unless you live in some shire called Devon
But at all wouldn't really disturb them or me
Everyone there are all actually from Derby.
Put on slick shoes and tighten long laces
And lets all of us head off for the races
If you can't find any roses heard someone say
You can play ring around great island anyway.
Great Britain, that is and humorous
of course for subject.
James Thomas Horn
Retired not Retried Veteran
The air encapsulating sound
extremes, while vision gathering quites down
and carries with it stillness to surround.
Does channel imposition to dismay,
the sound, my enemy thus often in convey
sounds first ~ I hide discretely out of way!
Would escalate by choice or lessen ground,
the stance I take, my hearing so abound,
by reason decimates my hostile round!
Repeating hurt, the syndrome so applied,
as deaf to spacious loitering's retried
seek truth and justice' answer in confide!
Sound implements my virtue, or derides ~
so quiet is . . . . the instrument I chide!
as you go pay into
the beyond blue
for me and you too
time to talk it slow
as you go
life become a dent
not your at
RETRIED MENT
The air encapsulating sound,
extremes, while vision gathering quites down
and carries with it stillness to surround.
Does channel imposition to dismay
the sound my enemy ere often in convey
sounds first - I hide discretely out of way!
Would escalate by choice or lessen ground
the stance I take, my hearing so abound
by reason decimates my hostile round!
Repeating hurt, the syndrome so applied,
and so as deaf to spacious loitering's retried
seek truth & justice' answer in confide!
Sound implements my virtue, or derides -
so quiet is .... the instrument I chide!
So as deaf to spacious loitering's retried,
that circulations needling, so bona fide
does penetrate my nerve to cause deride
monopolizing cost and courage stride!
Do listen not, to reach my own confide,
a self, an understanding of my chide.
Yet duldrum's ceaseless wavering
does beg its pride -
In repetitious floundering
destroys times guide!