Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. you must let it find you.
I am using this blog to collect words, ideas, pictures, and other forms of media that remind me I'm a spiritual being having a human experience. I hope anyone who stumbles upon my blog will be inspired and uplifted.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Lost - by David Wagoner, from Collected Poems 1956-1976
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