Will o’ the wisp wending a land of glee.
Daisies, bright blooming weeds,
Whoosh! Genie arms-wide smiles
above foamy sea.
Beyond mere illusion,
absorbed by awareness – horizon
confined by no mind, reason, expanse.
and in that magic space settles
Women in velvet and fur, swan necks,
sip marvelous narcotic, sweet as fire.
Upheld mirror paintings, glowing wire strands,
prismic hues, released.
Vibrant perfumes call to wander,
Will-less, free, each step,
each feather fall
a gift of mystery, of mystics’ play,
caress of bliss.