Hiking amongst great pines and tree stumps
Letting your hands run through the flowering sorrel in
the open meadows as the leaves of silver birch trees flap in the wind.
Choose to live, where foxes and hedgehogs sneak around at night
where the nightshade emerges from the soil.
Where paths are lost, and paths are found. Wich way do you choose to walk?
Which direction are you drawn towards?
Jumping from tree stump to tree stump I have finally found my path.
I am the pathfinder in my own life – I am my own pathfinder.