THREEFOLD PATH ~ Spruce tips and juniper in Ecuador dark chocolate ganache enrobed in that same Ecuador dark
Three roads diverged in a snow-kissed wood And I am destined to travel them all And being one traveler, misunderstood I peered down each as long as I could To where they twisted in the snowfall The first looked used, worn and old Shaped by many a soul not forgotten Without any green glory to hold Heavy footsteps both naive and bold Long the walk of those who had trodden The second had ware if only to say I’ve been here before these steps are my own To live in this moment tis a small price to pay Hoping my feet will know the right way Pleasure or pain from the seed that I’ve sown When I stared down the third my mind was in awe Beseeched by lines drawn in my own imagination Infinite swirling colors I saw Each with a promise, each without a flaw Brilliant and bright that enviable migration And I will recall within my minds eye Somewhere ages beyond deliverance Three roads diverged in a snow-kissed wood and I I knew they’d all be traveled by And that is the bliss of indifference