a weekend discovery of poet antonio machado
that sent a synapse up my composing grotto
infamous 2 verses from “proverbios y cantares xxix in campos de castilla”
unveiling “pathfinder, there is no path..u must make the path” booya

bodes well to enter my meandering archive
the wanderer i am, that’s how i revive
as i wonder how to live out the golden phase of life
what paths to etch and cruise on overdrive
profound fulfillment and joy to derive

hollies hollering it’s a long, long road
from which there is no return
while we’re on the way to there,
why not share?
with each other the world to care
to help us from falling into harm’s snare
is the path i now dare
my soul to bare

if i had a box just for wishes
and dreams that had never come true
the box would be empty
except for the fact
of how they’ve been and will be answered by U

caminante, son tus huellas
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 estelas en la mar

wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
by walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
wanderer, there is no road–
only wakes upon the sea

choice is inevitable, robert frost of “road not taken” is livid
u never know what your choice will mean until u made it-n-lived it
track your path and live-to-tell-it all, gory-and-glory bit

jeremiah 29:11 says He knows the plans He has for u
to traverse through life with His other creations to His glory due,
whom cs lewis refers in “the weight of glory”
as “neighbors” – the “holiest objects presented to our senses” trapped in earthly purgatory

so even if we make different paths, i pray it takes u to
john’s revelation 21 “city of gold”, new jerusalem’s eternal rule

a city that has no temple, no need of sun or moon to shine on it,
for the glory of God gave it light, and its lamp was the one the Lamb lit

will we meet in the golden city in the new jerusalem?
where all our pain and all our tears will be no more
defined within 12 pearly gates with pure-gilded path leading to jewels haven
glowing honor and glory with the Almighty is what’s in store

just checked email and something triggered the pen
another inspiring moment to share and ripple
skated from steinback’s mice and men
to lucid lucado’s pond of petals and people

it sourced from today’s “thought for the day”
from revelation 21:4, every tear God will wipe away
no more death, sadness, crying or pain
fruitless earthly gain, all in vain

posing “what have u done today to avoid death?”
popped pills? pumped pecks?
passed on the pie? soothing baths to slow breath?
pursued polyunsaturates? feel good shopping to fill closet racks?

reminding us we are not made of steel but of dust
more like iron which gathers rust and bust

faith is about in our Creator blindly trust
born to die cycle to go through we must
along the way, choose to believe in Heaven’s crust
or choose divine’s “lust in the dust”

full fathom five, thy father lies

death’s knell will ring
hell or heaven to bring
while alive do the right thing
1 corinthians 15:55 o death where is thy sting?