The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost (1874–1963)

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.

Wilderness by Ian McCallum

Have we forgotten

That wilderness is not a place,

But a pattern of the soul

Where every tree, every bird and beast

Is a soul maker?


Have we forgotten

That wilderness is not a place

But a moving feast of the starts,

Footprints, scales and beginnings?


Since when did we become afraid of the night

And that only the bright starts count?

Or that our moon is not a moon

Unless it is full?


By who’s command

Were the animals

Through groping fingers,

One for each hand,

Reduced to the big and little five?


Have we forgotten

That every creature is within us

Carried by tides

Of earthly blood

And that we named them?


Have we forgotten

That wilderness is not a place

But a season

And that we are in its final hour.


A Peace Prayer by Yogi Bhajan

In God’s love for you alone, life unfolds

Like a silken cone unwinds.

And we are all woven, one with God.

Strands of silk,

Sacred and divine.

The drums of war are loud and clear,

But hope of peace is also near.

If the Word of God will lead the people

And compassion will flow with the beat of the heart,

The human race will find its essence.

Let us pray for love of peace.

Let us pray for love of truth.

Let us pray for everyone to pray

For the innocent in bondage

Miles and miles away.

Let us pray for the innocent victims.

Let us pray on the death of the innocents—

Those humans created in the image of God,

Tortured by men with earthly authority,

Actions so far away from morality.

In my prayer

I wish you the wealth of peace

To make beautiful our tomorrow

Where human beings can live in love

Forever free from sorrow.

© The Teachings of Yogi Bhajan

The Peace of Wild Things BY WENDELL BERRY

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Love- Prose by Patricia Perry, UMS Student

My child only through love will you find what this,

your journey has to offer you.

With the eyes of love so much will be seen.

Through the eyes of love colors become brighter,

words become louder and meanings become more meaningful.

Take heart with your heart.

Love is the way and the means to find joy and happiness

within and therefore create happiness without.

During the times of despair are the golden moments for love to be found.

For the love that is seen, heard, and felt is what truly transforms the soul.

In order for lessons to be taught and learned through the wisdom

of the Universe you must be open and aware as the Universe speaks.

You must then have the ears to hear and the heart open to understand

in all these ways my dear one the wisdom will be learned only through LOVE.

The Clairvoyant

“Nothing reveals the mysterious eyes of fate,
So do we think of our palms and stars?
But within us its seeds lay;
The depth of boundless darkness unfolds.
In clear view a dormitory of dormant seeds,
A row of to-be trees.
Whispers of this world to know and to feel,
Packed with volumes stands this gigantic library.
A quest into the queer crust of Atlantic
Reveals the keys to unravel mysteries.
Wiser the way from within than without
As our inside give way to what lies in store for us.”


(Yogi Bhajan’s poem for teachers)

Your identity shifts. You are a teacher.

Your mind has but one calling:

to love, serve, obey, and excel!

People come to you.

They find you according to their destiny.

They come with divided minds.

They suffer from the conflicts

that you have now mastered.

They long to experience the unisonness

of their spirit.

You elevate the life of each person and

deliver the touch of grace.

You chisel off the final remnants of ego.

Then you pull them toward the Infinite as you

confront the pieces of their fractured identity and ask

them to elevate themselves.

You bless all to find their innocence,

integrity and commitment.

As a tool in the hand of God, you deliver each person

back to an experience of the Infinite self.

Acting only as needed.

Through the grace of God and Guru,

deliver them to the feet of the Guru.