Meanings Forming

"Traveller, there are no paths. Paths are made by walking." Australian Aboriginal saying.

You know, this may be my stumbling block -- I keep looking for paths when I should be making them. That saying made me look again at a poem by Roethke that I love.

"The Waking"

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance
from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree;
but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going
where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

[c] 1953 from The Complete Collected Poetry of Theodore Roethke