How do you know that you're on your path?

Because it disappears, that's how you know.

How do you know that you're really doing something radical?

Because you don't... you can't see where you're going, that's how you know.

But everything you have leant on for your identity... has gone

And so you are going to enter the black contemplative splendors of self-doubt

At the same time as you're setting out on this radical new path.

It was a story that would be told to a young boy or girl that would ask the question: "What do I do when I'm lost in the forest?"

So you need to know how you know where you are

And this is what the elder is telling to this young boy or girl who asks the question: "What do I do when I'm lost in the forest?"

The elder says: "Stand still.

The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost.

Stand still.

What do I do when I'm lost in the forest?

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.

Listen, the forest breathes.

It whispers;

I have made this place around you

If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.

Stand still.

The forest knows where you are.

You must let it find you

You must let it find you.