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.

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.”

Teacher

(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.

The Dance

Twilight time, the haze of mixed emotions
The breath slows, the heart stills
The mind settles
Into a groove of thoughtless wonder

Past dreams and the drama of tomorrow
The letting go of blood and bone
The shedding of a skin
To slip into something more comfortable

Endless sea of not forgotten faces
A fond embrace, a gentle touch
I search the crowd this night to see
Who will dance with me.

The Dance of a thousand ages
Familiar melody, ancient verse
Swept away and floating
Moving to an ancient rhythm

First one and then another
Place and people, motion and emotion
Reuniting and entwining
In geometric time

The Lessons acted out so well
We laugh, we cry
And reminisce
And vow next time to write a better play

Twilight time just before darkness
I drift away on memories of being free
And wonder this night
Who will dance with me

Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

Solving Issues in a Loving Way- (A Student Poem)

Clashing, clawing, tossing words like daggers,
as out of control their hearts beat..
At each other like wild Fire-birds,
feathers flying at ten thousand feet..
As they lock together,
spiraling to the bottom of the canyons below..
Their eyes meet..
Savage as the untamed beast with laser glare,
the heat of the moment continued,
without retreat..
And then, catching their breath,
knowing the rocks below await if they did not break..
Gazes soften, eyes widen, pulses slow..
The beauty of each, as a mirror they unclench,
releasing the grip,
that would spell their destiny..
She gracefully spreads those spectacular wings,
he boldly shadows her beauty, her grace..
Both recognizing they are one and the same..
Stunning creatures of the same God..
Drifting now on currents of faith..
Like fine wine filling a glass,
love spreads thru their bodies, their souls at last..
Replacing the madness, replacing the heat,
with the deftness of Angels,
the tips of their wings touch..
The love in their eyes tell the story as such..
Why were they arguing, a cloud may wonder,
As they laugh and faint, who cares is an answer..
I see you her eyes say..
I see you his eyes say..
Together..Namaste my love..
Namaste.

Goddess

She is the One for whom the birds sing.
Her womb births worlds untold
Her hair is like the rivers, endlessly flowing.
Her breath is the Four Winds.
When She speaks, new universes unfurl.
Her favorite words are Love, Freedom and Joy.
She wears peace like a halo.

Reincarnation by Ronel van Tonder

How sweet the air is tonight

(Silky caramel melting on your fingertips).

Perfect teal sky

A beautiful rushing breeze

That makes the green trees and bushes

Dance with each other.

Maybe they all know that tonight I will die…

(They’re celebrating!).

Knowing soon I will become incorporated

Into the strata of life again.

Ready to be molded into an intricate Vessel.

Only to die later on,

In the time-honoured tradition.

Dance, tree, dance,

For tomorrow

I will be right by your side….

A lime sapling reaching for the sun,

The gritty soil between my toes.

 Author: Ronel van Tonder

Winterval

Die winter kou aan my se lyf

laat my liggaam koud en styf

hare staan regop op hoender se vleis

lippe gekleur in blou en grys

Die laken is koud voel eintlik nat

jy kan nie aan my met jou koue hande vat

ek kry so koud my tande klap

ek kry so koud man, ek kan dit nie meer vat!

Die winterval is ‘n afgryslike ding

jy hoor geen voëltjies in die more sing

die ys maak ‘n waterkring

op die voeltjiebak se ronding

Voetspore in die vroegoggend ryp

die water is gevries in die kraan se pyp

om koue uit my lyf te dwing

warmte van my geliefde se omhelsing

stadig voel ek die koue pyn verdwyn

die winterval wegkwyn

Liefde is deur dik en dun

altyd die antwoord op elke ding

Author: EC