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A path is a way marked out for people to walk. It may also be made by continual treading. To quote Ralph Waldo Emerson: Do not go where the path may lead go instead where there is no path and leave a trail…….
So path is a way of life too. We either make it for others to follow, break it to open up new possibilities or simply follow it where it leads to. It may be long, short, straight, winding steeply upwards or without any destination. Only we have to be careful about choosing the right one for us.
Our gracious Mother Earth has laid down so many paths for her each and every child to suit them. Food availability, habitat and weather compel some birds to take to their wings for regular seasonal journey. Strangely enough they never lose their track. Fish also migrate because of diet or reproductive needs and come back home safely. Even dragonflies, beetles, butterflies and moths have in them the same spirit of adventure for a better life and enjoy those moments of bliss before they make their return journey following the marked out path.
From an electron to the huge heavenly bodies all follow their own trajectory. No chaos is allowed.
Humans are a bit different though, always interested to transcend boundaries. While some would prefer familiar paths others would carry their own Cross, die on it to save fellow human beings and leave a trail. They believe in small steps as well as in giant leaps.
Our prompt for the week is Path. Let’s begin our journey.
A couple of poems on the theme:
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The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
|Peaceful Pathway - T Ellis Fine Art (image source here)|
The Path That Leads Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
There's a path that leads to nowhere
Where an indian river rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
And beneath the silvery moon
Of the birches silent shadows
Where the early violets bloom.
Other pathways lead to somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Had no end and no beginning,
Just the beauty of the dell;
There I find my fair oasis,
And with carefree feet I tread,
For the pathway leads to nowhere
And the blue is overhead!
All the ways that lead to somewhere
Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the struggling and the striving,
But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger,
Joy and Beauty are its goal;
On the path that leads to nowhere
I have sometimes found my soul!
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
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