Lost

Oprah read a poem at the beginning of last night's A New Earth webinar that is one of my absolute favorites. I first heard it many years ago at a spiritual conference where Oriah Mountain Dreamer was giving a workshop. I knew the title but not the author, and I am so grateful that truly nothing is ever lost. This message suffices for today; I will share my thoughts on the webinar itself tomorrow. Namaste.

Lost
by David Wagoner

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.

Photo: "Aspens," originally uploaded by Nancy Jones-Francis