David Wagoner

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. 

“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out I found was really ‘going in'”. 

“Hiking, I don’t like the word or thing. Now these Mountains are our Holy Lands and we ought to saunter through them reverently.””

John Muir

Mary oliver

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. 

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down 

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, 

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, 

which is what I have been doing all day. 

Tell me, what else should I have done? 

doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? 

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

 “When you bring your attention to a stone, a tree or an animal, something of its essence transmits itself to you. You can sense how still it is and in doing so the same stillness rises within you. You can sense how deeply it rests in being, completely one with what it is and where it is, in realizing this, you too come to a place or rest deep within yourself.”

Eckhart Tolle