Sunday, July 31, 2011

** Monastery Bells **

Well, sort of!  This poem was shared by a friend and I think of it every time I look at this picture, which is now my wallpaper on the computer.

The temple bell stopped

but the sound kept coming

from the flowers

- Matsuo Basho, 17th century Japanese Zen-Haiku poet  

** The Road Not Taken **

My first thought as I came to this particular intersection as of Frost...and the road not taken...So I thought I 'd share them together with you...

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.