Underneath a Willow Tree

Waya sees evil he did not know existed.

Walking east through the forest 

Grotesque images started to invade my head

Flashing violently, I had to rest

It was after I encountered that beast

Underneath a willow tree is where I sat

And leaned against her twisted trunk

Visions grew louder until I screamed, Stop!

These are not my thoughts, not me

I began to chant, Om Namah Shivaya

Over and over until my mind was clear

The distorted figures were disturbing

How could anyone find pleasure in such?

I took a deep breath and relaxed for a while

With eyes open I focused on a rock in front of me

Meditating to the sound of birds chirping

I then close my eyes while my mind drifts to the sound

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

Beautiful writing and that ending was fantastic !! excellent share.
Glad we had a chance to cross paths & share some poetry:) enjoy your day. maria

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Thank you kindly, Maria. Good day to you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good visions and places create by the poem. I like how the meditation took away the fear and create a better place. I like the willow tree also. Good place to relax and think. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Thank you, Coyote. Always a joy.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I liked this poem.