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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.
From Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems. Copyright 1999 by David Wagoner.
Used with permission of the University of Illinois Press
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Rosalee van Stelten
Author and poet
Victoria BC
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Pat Williams
Trees at Ta Phrom, Cambodia were left to grow around the ruins. Most of the other ruins in the Angkor complex have been cleared of trees and reconstructed. |
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Laurel Cormack
Painter of trees,
a lover of nature,
a steward of our forests |
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