Lost
by David Wagner
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.
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How often do we feel metaphorically, if not literally, lost in our lives? When we lack clarity and vision, we often begin to run faster, change direction, backtrack, try anything that we think might show us which way to go.
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