Photo: Part of the Sacred Garden Walk at The Monastery, Adelaide.
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring)
There Is No Map Lately I've noticed a change, the streets no longer sign themselves as Main, Brown, or lower whatever, I hear they're buying in, taking cover in context, relatively speaking, sending a signal like a boatswain's pipe squealing names we'd rather forget, though we well remember those avenues of sadness, echoing memories of roads we've all travelled; deprivation alley, abuse cul-de-sac, assault road, cancer circuit, failure loop, death row, lanes of grief, the streets of disillusionment, left or right, straight ahead, it makes no difference, life must be the journey, there is no map. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Very ancient haiku:
“O traveler
There is no path
The path is made by walking”
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I love this haiku! I hadn’t run across it before.
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I have loved it since my haiku teacher gave it to me in my twenties.
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A wonderful piece – thank you for sharing it.
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What a wonderful piece.
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It has remained close to my heart in this life full of upheaval which has been mine.
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… no map, we’ll said.
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Only in the heart of course, thank you Amy
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Ooops, well said.
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🙂
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Amazing poem – I love it
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Many thanks 🙏
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I think those paths are familiar to many… a lovely poem!
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Ah, a fellow journey friend, thank you Rajani
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bravo for painting our paths so vividly!
And I know that path/monastery well, the Carmelites directly opposite used to let me retreat in their garden hut 🙂
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They are a generous lot, thank you Kate 🙂
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Wonderful, Paul!
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Thank you for that Susi
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You’re very welcome, Paul! 🙂
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