The empty path welcomes you,
fragrant with grass and little flowers,
the path paved with paddy fields
still bearing the marks of your childhood
and the fragrance of mother’s hand.
Walk leisurely, peacefully.
Your feet touch the Earth deeply.
Don’t let your thoughts carry you away,
come back to the path every moment.
The path is your dear friend.
She will transmit to you
and her peace.
by THICH NHAT HANH