“…and when we no longer know which way to go,/ we have begun our real journey.”
Wendell Berry
Wanderer, your footprints are
the path, and nothing else;
wanderer, there is no path,
the path is made by walking.
Walking makes the path,
and on glancing back
one sees the path
that will never be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no path—
Just your wake in the sea.
taken from: “Proverbios y cantares XXIX” [Proverbs and Songs 29], Campos de Castilla (1912); trans. Betty Jean Craige in Selected Poems of Antonio Machado (Louisiana State University Press, 1979)
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