The Road Not Taken
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 marked 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
"I am not Shaman. But perhaps I once was. I am not a healer, a teacher, a poet, an artist, a priest, a medicine man, a guide, a spirit animal, nor profit, warrior nor saint. But perhaps I once was. I would lay down my life in the blink of an eye for you when called to battle great darkness. I would give my blood to enable on more heart beat in your chest, and call the very waters from the deep to quench your thirst while you sing and dance and play under the fractal light I summonsed to your feet. No, indeed I am no-one and nothing but part of you, though I am not in your visions right now. But perhaps I once was…"
