Monk In The World

To be a monk is to have time to practice for your transformation and healing. And after that to help with the transformation and healing of other people.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Two Roads Diverged...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 
Robert Frost

The Dow or The Tao...

as suggested by Federick Franck

Bows to our daily efforts to choose the right path!


1 comment:

David Clark said...

Nice to be reminded of Frost's fine poem, means a lot more to me now that I have spent some decades walking along my path than when I first read this in junior high. We choose our path, but then the path remakes us as we walk along. I'm glad I took a few of the roads less traveled!

I found your blog from Dosho's Wild Fox and want to say that I enjoy it. Although I don't comment very often, I am reading it and enjoy it.

David Clark