#there is no path

[mumblelard]

her favorite bedtime story is the one about the heat death of the universe or happy clean sheets day imaginary constructs!

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

going through another phase of dreaming about pulling a complete 180 on my career path

[thanatophobia-thoughts]

Everything passes on and everything remains, But our lot is to pass on, To go on making paths, Paths across the sea. I never sought glory, Nor to leave my song In the memory of man; I love those subtle worlds, Weightless and graceful, As bubbles of soap. I like to watch as they paint themselves In sunlight and scarlet, floating Beneath the blue sky, trembling Suddenly then popping… I never sought glory. Traveler, your footprints Are the path and nothing more; Traveler, there is no path, The path is made by walking. By walking the path is made And when you look back You’ll see a road Never to be trodden again. Traveler, there is no path, Only trails across the sea… Some time past in that place Where today the forests are dressed in barbs A poet was heard to cry “Traveler, there is no path, The path is made by walking…” Beat by beat, verse by verse… The poet died far from home. He lies beneath the dust of a neighboring land. As he walked away he was seen to weep. “Traveler, there is no path, The path is made by walking…” Beat by beat, verse by verse… When the goldfinch cannot sing, When the poet is a pilgrim, When prayer will do us no good. “Traveler, there is no path, The path is made by walking…” Beat by beat, verse by verse.

Antonio Machado, translated by  Asa Cusack

[seraphimoth]

Doing a Lewis and Clark project

my friend: we need carriages

me: ...

me: wilderness.

us: ...

friend: yeah.

friend: carriages.

[nellyfifelly]

Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar.

Antonio Machado

[innategoodness]

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.

Wanderer, it is your footprints

the path and nothing more;

Wanderer, there is no path,

you make the path by walking.

By walking you make the path,

and by turning back

you see the trail that never

will be taken again.

Wanderer there is no path

but wake in the sea.  

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