Sunday, November 7, 2010

Here

A short poem by ~ David Wagoner ~

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.



Listen to the forest


Do you have a forest or wood that you know well? I just Googled Fougeres foret and saw some of my own art and photographs!

About the poet David Wagoner link here

To stand still in French is ~ ne bouger pas

4 comments:

ladyfi said...

Oh wow - such a stunning poem and photo to go with it. I love being in the woods and letting the forest find me.

Kerri said...

Awesome! The image is perfect for the poem. I LOVE this!

I LOVE letting the forest find me :)

Leovi said...

Here you have great pictures, I like your style.

Blu said...

Thank you all very much