Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for October 21, 2013
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry I could not travel both... and be one traveler, long I stood and I 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 roadsdiverged in a wood and I- I took the one less traveled by... and that has made all the difference. -The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
The Middle Way does not mean that when the road diverges, the traveler goes straight ahead, crashing through the brush. It means that every way can be the Middle Way. It’s all in how you walk it. One step at a time, concerned with each step, not the destination. Walked that way, all ways are “the road less traveled.”