You walking, your footprints are
the road, and nothing else;
there is no road, walker,
you made the road by walking.
By walking you make the road,
and when you look backward,
you see the path that you
never will step on again.
Walker, there is no road,
only wind-trails in the sea.
translated by Robert Bly
Being Present for the Moment
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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Leonard Durso 
WOW. That poem opened me this morning. Thanks, Len.
Glad to be of service.
Beautiful and true.
Glad you think so.