I return now and then to David Whyte's helpful discussion of Rilke's poem, The Swan. Both the poem and Whyte's commentary come close to the heart of this time of creative reflection and exploration we are having this Summer.
Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path; The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again. Traveller, there is no road, Only wakes in the sea. [...]