One does not stand still looking for a path.
One walks; and as one walks,
a path comes into being.
Walker, your footsteps
are the road, and nothing more.Walker, there is no road, the road is made by walking.
Walking you make the road,and turning to look behind
you see the path you never
again will step upon.Walker, there is no road,
only foam trails on the sea.
proverbs and songs #29