WALKER

 

“Walker, there is no path

the path is made by walking”

(Antonio Machado, Spanish poet, 1875-1939)

I have set out on a journey

In search of my own essence

Along the way, I have seen

Light, colour, friendship and patience

Shadows, fears, traumas and rudeness

I have met extraordinary people

I have documented simple, humble, sincere lives

I have found myself

Contemplating the stars

A ‘field of stars’: Compostela

I felt at one with nature

And I felt the dreamlike summer breeze

I have dreamed of a thousand stars in the sky

And I have awakened with the sun kissing my thirsty face

Finally, after a hard journey

Where I have trodden my own life

I have found my final destination

In the distance, the bell towers, the birds,

The end of the earth

And there, I serenely laid down my memories

To walk again

Through the deep furrow of existence