evolution +

Stumbled across this exquisite poem by David Wagoner today.

It's a funny thing... this notion of being lost – it is a rare and precious ability. It makes you pay attention and re-set your evolutionary sails.

Must get lost more often.

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 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