Sunday, July 26, 2009


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
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
No two branches are the same to
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

David Wagoner

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