Lost
January 21st, 2014
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.
~ David Wagoner
9 Responses to “Lost”
very nice!
so beautiful!
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A good meditation.
I’ll focus on this next trip into the wild.
Oh these New year poems you share with us are really panacea for spirit.blessed be Philipp!love form Liguria,italy
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As with the trees and forests. When you learn the constellations and stars–anywhere you are on the Earth, you are never lost as half of your World—-THE NIGHT SKY AND DAY SKY— is what you are part of and it is a part of you regardless of where you are. It is always there as your friend regardless what part of the World you are in.
This speaks deeply to where I’m at right now – the level of challenge is exactly that, but the answer is right here, right now. Thank you for posting this!
Thank you, Philip. I just encountered this poem in my Bardic Gwers, printed it out to learn by heart. Then you posted David Whyte’s discourse–riches upon riches!
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