Stand
still
The trees ahead and the bushes beside you are not lost.
Where ever you are is called here, and you must treat it as
a powerful stranger. Must ask permission to know it, and be
known.
Listen the forest breathes. It whispers “ I have made
the 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 the same
to wren. If what a tree or a branch does is lost on you, then
you are surely lost.
Stand still
The forest knows where you are.
You must let it find you.
By
Robert Wagner