I don't pretend as though Oprah and the things she presents to the world don't affect me. I love her (though, and I won't go into it now, I do have my issues with her), and even though she needs to stop acting like Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth is some sort of new concept, I have come to love Eckhart too. (I don't blame him -- how can I? He's ego-less!)
In the Week 5 class for A New Earth, Oprah read this. It's beautiful. Thought I'd share.
"Lost" by 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.
It sounds a little like the monologues in my plays. But maybe that's cause the word "listen" is its own sentence. Not sure.
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