Traveler, there is no path
Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveler, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveler, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveler, there is no road Only wakes in the sea. --Antonio Machado/Willis Barnstone
Border of a Dream: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, Willis Barnstone, 2003