I was tidying up the study for a friend who was coming to stay, and found another couple of poems  

This too was read out at the beginning of a session by another movement teacher. 

Lost

Stand still.  The trees ahead and the 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

What an absolutely yummy poem!!!!!!!