Blank Page (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")

I used to sit under a willow tree
at the foot of a lake
on soft green grass
and wait for some sort of external inspiration
to fill the blank pages of my notebook.
in my mind I was a song writer
waiting for the lyrics to break through.
and usually the lyrics did
and I wrote song after song
just sitting there under that willow tree.

I was hurting then
as I had lost a love and a friend.
and I was without a job or any real
direction.
but I wrote
to release the pain,
to let it come alive through my words
and to come to terms with it.

this was my place
to come and sit and watch the water ripple,
to sit and think and
write.
this was my garden -
my
sanctuary.

and although I have grown apart from that place physically
I still see it in my mind.
and sometimes when I meditate
I go there to the soft green grass,
the lake
and the willow tree.
above me the sun shines yellow as the scattered cumulus clouds
push against the sky.
I breathe in the autumn air
and I release my
tension.

this was the place where I found solace.
this was the place where I used to go to find a moment of
peace.

now it is the place that I go
to center myself
to find strength
to find a better way
under that willow tree
that would sway quietly in the wind,

a place now in my mind
that no one can destroy
or
touch.

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