Cutting Loose

Cutting Loose ~ William Stafford Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. For no reason, you accept the way of being lost, cutting loose from all else and electing a world where you go where you want to. Arbitrary, a sound comes, a reminder that a steady center...

Lost

LOST   Stand still, the trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is called ‘here’, and you must treat it like a powerful stranger, ask permission to know it, and be known. Listen – the forest breathes, it whispers ‘I have made this place...