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  • 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.

    "Lost" by David Waggoner

    I remember the exact place and time when I first heard this poem read by David Whyte. The combination of the power of David Waggoner's ability to 'speak' Truth and David Whyte's ability to bring Life to Waggoner's words stunned me.

    And David's magnificent reading created a sense of connection amongst us...we ALL know this place...for the 300 of us present. The breathlessness was palpable. A timeless moment!

    Stand still. The forest knows
    Where you are. You must let it find you.

    [Photo by Barbara, Cedar Lake, Minneapolis, Minnesota, June 2012]
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