Spanish time

Proverbio y cantares: XXIX (por Antonio Machado)

"Caminante, son tus huelles
el camino, y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino:
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino,
sino estela en la mar."

I'm beginning to enjoy Spanish poetry - I never thought that would happen. You can interpret this poem how you want; I think it is neat. It kind of reminds me that God has some amazing plans for my life and He is creating paths. I have to go on these unmarked paths (create the literal path) by actually going, moving. I don't have to look back... [The poem is not actually about this, it just makes me think.]