Entering the forest

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.

by David Wagoner
From the book "Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems"  
 
I want to thank my blogsister, Joyce Wycoff, for publishing this poem on her blog; I offer it here in gratitude for her friendship and as a blessing for Bill as he heads for the trees.  Welcome to the convergence zone; may you find wisdom in that forest...

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