Oak McIlwain

She is the west.
Not a direction but a gentle breeze
She is warm and soft when you wake for no reason.
For I have no reason.
But they all try to give me one and I drop it straight away.
For a vast expanse of emptiness that I touched today.
Just one caress and it’s washed far away.
Did I miss the stop in the second sentence. What for?
To make a senseless rhythm beating angel’s paws.

Glad to make your acquaintance lady of the west.
Did you like your mathematics test?
When one plus one equals one - you’re done.
But I have only just begun this quest…
It’s polite to open the door for another.
Some doors push back in an attempt to smother.

The land of epiphany is ripe for the tephenie.
S for the sombre sweet and sweat beneath your hallowed feet.
These days the humans dance with gods.
And Siddhis rise like golden pillars:
From the deep enchanted forest.
The dmtrees enshrined with bliss - encapsulate essential this.
The I am isness on the path.
The light that lights beyond light and dark.