Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking on makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that will never be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road —
only wakes upon the sea.
Antonio Machado
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Beautiful… Music to this Mystic Meanderer’s ears 🙂 And the photo just pulls me right in to its subtle movement – lovely…
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
What about when the ox is stuck knee-deep in the mud? Where’s the road then?