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 around you,
if you leave it, you may come back again, saying ‘Here’.
No two trees are the same to a raven, no two branches the same to a 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
– David Wagoner