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.
The forest knows where you are.
You must let it find you.
Northwest Native American Poem (translated by David Waggoner)
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