(from a fool’s journey)
Will o’ the wisp wending a land of dreams
Daisies, bright blooming weeds,
Whoosh! Genie arms wide into flight
above foam and sea.
absorbed by awareness — sheer horizon
confined by no mind, eyes
and in that magic space settles
Women in velvet and fur, swan necks,
sip marvelous narcotic, sweet as fire.
Upheld mirror portraits, glowing strands
of wire and prismic hues,
vibrant perfumes call to wander,
Will-less, free, each step,
each feather fall
a gift of mystery, of mystics’ play,
caress of bliss.