Wednesday, April 20, 2011

LOST AND FOUND

Mist of the Clearing Storm

Last night, in ceremony with my Indian brothers and sisters, the forest connection that I had lost found me. And I received a great deal more. Quite beyond words, I can only say, "I am grateful." Mitakuye Oyasin


Lost

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.

David Wagoner (Riverbed)

Poem via Panhala


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