#130 / We Make Our Path By Walking

Pictured is the poet William Butler Yeats, who wrote this poem:

Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Having come upon this poem, I remind myself to take up this thought, and to remember, as well, that other great poet, Antonio Machado:

Tread softly, friend
But do not fear.
From out of the night
We walk upon our dreams
To where we want to go.
Se hace camino al andar.