Oak McIlwain

Love you, your gentle nature, easy going, flowing and often glowing.
Beautiful and it doesn’t have to be deep.
Beauty as simplicity and it’s ok in flesh.
Because I see all as one beyond each body of flesh and then
There is no judgment when I think you are hot.
Because you are
But you aren’t flesh
You are love
And you are me

So when I love you,
I love the universe and myself.
As Brahman floats in the absolute.
Pan sits alone and plays with his flute.