A friend sent this poem in an email and I am happy to post it here as it relates so directly to the post I made the other night, "can't sleep". Thank you Margaret, for this.
Walker
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.
by Antonio Machado
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