"Lost" [by 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.

-- David Wagoner
(1999)

I come back to this regularly. Such a soothing conversation and poem. Great to revisit when feeling stressed or detached.

The irony of a dominoes advert blasting me at 200% volume in the middle of this is not lost on me

Oh my, David - so young then, and yet already so wise and so deep. You started early, didn't you.

LOVE him. ❤

"The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you."

Why has this video not got thousands of views!! Hugely enlightening!

the black contemplative splendors of self doubt

Now I practice being still in my movements... simply letting go of my plans and just BEING my life... no more reactions... no more actions... just flowing... I know myself that I am right when my feelings are flowing... no attachment... no thinking... let the divine guide me...  the best prayer ever (:)

Brilliant. Thank you to my YouTube algorithm for presenting this to me. Absolutely love this and the timing couldn't be more perfect. ❤😊🌳🐦‍⬛🐦🧭

"stand still
the streets ahead and bushes beside you
are not lost.
wherever you are is called Here
and you must treat it as a powerful stranger"

- David Wagoner

These words will ring forever

Thank you very much for posting 🤲🙏🌷

There's some real wisdom here. Maybe you leave the forest and the trees. I think we all do many times in life. The point is that no matter how many times we get lost the forest, the "here" is always ready to receive us again.

I have this on loop. So good. So nice to hear this man's voice and mind.

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we can't stop here, this is bat country

The poem is called Lost, by David Wagoner.

Cosmic wisdom. Outstanding.

So I'm about 5 years off paying off
my mortgage, after raising my 3 kids. My youngest, it turns out had been an opiate addict unknown to me for the last 10 years. Her kids have been taken into care. Myself and my wife, who has cancer by the way, are going to drive cross country in the morning ro meet a social worker to see if we can formally adopt our 2 grandchildren as soon as possible.
Our lives have been turned upside down. Solution to my problems? Poetry. Thank you David.