Friday Poem

Traveler, There is no Road

Traveler, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;<
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship’s wake on the sea.
by Antonio Machado

Caminante, No Hay Camino

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.

by Antonio Machado (Thank you, Abbas— excellent find)