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.

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.

~David Wagoner

1 comment:

  1. super sentiments here - i can smell the wood, it's delicious