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| A Bid of Welcome. |
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| Water finds her path to the great body, the ocean, just as we are finding our path back to the Earth. |
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| Many paths, many branches, in the lungs of the Earth. We share the same breath. |
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
(I had to memorize this poem with the whole class in 8th grade; it changed me,
guided me, and patted me on the back...)
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.
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| A BitterSweet Tangle. |
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| Seeing into the distance...a far-away vista of color and sun through the murky wood, then closer... |
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| ...it comes into view: a centered spiral of hay for winter, stored sunshine. |
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| For some the way is known. |
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| Paths known. - a revisit. |
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| Paths unknown - possibility for the 'morrow... |
And in honor of a great author who died yesterday:
"It is good to have an end to journey toward,
but it is the journey that matters in the end."
- Ursula Le Guin
