I keep returning to this poem, to these words – with my heart saying ‘yes’ and eyes wet with tears. Happy Sunday all.
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.
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 ~~
Waiting for the Karma Truck 
Gorgeous, and having just come in from standing in the yard and drinking in the carpet of stars that is strewn above my head this morning, I am nodding my head vigorously in agreement….xox
Wasn’t the sky amazing this morning? I was more than happy to just stand outside looking up waiting for the pups to do their thing. oxo
Absolutely incredible! You could just fall into it…
beautiful !
🙂
Great post ~ thank you. ♥
In awe.
me too..
Happy Sunday Mimi! The first thing I did this morning was marvel at the sky and trees. Nature can ground us physically, mentally and spiritually. Thank you for this post, guiding us to the steps to do so.
I hope Bogey is coming along and look forward to another poem about his progress…it’s a good thing he is so cute. Haha
Bogey is getting bigger, is totally adorable and completely stubborn. Thus, no more odes until I can celebrate his incredible intelligence and reasoned compliance…:-) Needless to say, I am looking forward to that post!! xox
as I mentioned at Radiating Blossom–shades of Castaneda. (book–the power of silence) the trees know…
he said something to the effect: to know a tree (plant, flower etc) look at the spaces between branches…
very mystical and cool stuff…I am an instant follower!
I keep returning to this poem..it is way cool..
they are the elders of the Earth–trees…
I can see why, it is more than a beautiful poem ~ it is an invitation to experience a journey…to understand self in relation to earth in a very profound way. I loved it as well.
You articulated it so much better than I ever could…thank you!
Maybe .. But we both felt the same thing and that is most important -:) xO Sheri
Beautiful…………….I like………..thanks for reblogging it
Absolutely breathtaking..and it is in such alignment with the quiet day on this homefront. I think I could read this over and over and over [have already read it half a dozen times..] so it will be added to my little wall of inspiration for just these kinds of truly graceful and eloquent messages. It’s a message that bears repeating. with a quiet sigh…xoox
I too have returned to this over and over – and undoubtedly will again. Heeding the message, that’s our challenge…xoxo