Lost

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A few words by Northwest poet David Wagoner:

Lost

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.

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2 thoughts on “Lost

    aliceelizabethcook said:
    January 31, 2013 at 8:44 AM

    This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing. 🙂

      wes responded:
      January 31, 2013 at 12:58 PM

      My pleasure. I was reminded of this poem in a dharma talk at the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City, CA, USA. It is how I feel.

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