Are not lost. Wherever you are in 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 Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are 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.
An old Native American elder story rendered into modern English by David Wagoner
In the Heart Aroused- Poetry and Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America
Lost
By David Whyte
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