Path Finding

There is no Path but there is where I have trod. There is no Path but there are promises. There is no Path despite the signs. There is no Path despite the flagstones. There is no Path but there is where I have trod. I may only truly come to've earned the word 'path' at all if after walking, if after blazing, if after course-correcting, if after wearing thin the souls, if after pollinating the soil; step-by-step; as a bee, as a bird, as the wind... If I should spin on heels and cast a gaze from whence I came I may then call that ...a path. But it is locked in the keyless prison of representation and, if it weren't, it'd only then be my path not yours; and even not mine for I've walked and changed so, no. Despite some sort of arrival and having walked-ness the 'path' seized in quiet desperation by my mind must one day be loosed and seen for all its never-there-before 'twasn't true-ness. There is no Path but there is where I have trod.