top of page
  • Fe Robinson

Traveller, there is no path

Everything passes on and everything remains,

But our lot is to pass on.

To go on making paths,

Paths across the sea…

...Traveller, your footprints

Are the path and nothing more;

Traveller, 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.

Traveller, there is no path,

Only the wake left in the sea…

Antonio Machado


bottom of page