May 31, 2014
There’s a view under the willow tree
that no one else but I can see.
It’s formed through branches long and thin,
then floats above me on the wind.
I see it when I take the time
to rest my body and my mind.
To lie upon the ground and stare
at clouds that settled in the air.
I’d ask you to lie down with me
but this view my friend – you cannot see!
I see it not with weary eyes,
but something buried deep inside.
A place that you could never know,
can never touch – can never hold…
It forms the images I see.
It formed the deepest parts of me.
I see them in my sleep sometimes,
those branches hanging down like vines.
A gentle healing place to be –
there underneath my willow tree.