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. - Lost, David Wagoner
In the stillness of Plum Village , I could finally hear this music again after a long, long time.
In every breeze that caresses the leaves,... See more
In the gentle rustling of the grass underfoot,
There is a symphony—
A song of the earth that never ceases.
Can you hear it?
The melody of the mountains, the rhythm of the rivers,
Each note a whisper of the world’s
Tijn Tjoelker • Tijn Tjoelker on Substack
Part One: “You must let the forest find you.”
There is more to this beautiful conversation. I recommend seeking it out.
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cadymcclaininstagram.comI rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk.
But it’s spring,
and the thrush is in the woods,
somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing…
I am touching a few leaves.
I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies... See more