You make the road by walking

Caminante, no hay camino
Camino se hace al andar
Al andar se hace el camino
Y al volver-se la vista atras
Se ve la senda que nunca
Se hay de tornar a pisar
Caminante, no hay camino
Solamente las stellas in el mar

You walking, your footprints are
the road, and nothing else;
there is no road, walker,
you make 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.

- Poem by Antonio Machado, English translation by Robert Bly