The Gravel Path

You start to see things.
You see them in a way most people...
tend to ignore.
All of us can do it.
Still only some of us choose to...
The world is a place dense with unfamiliarity.
And yet the easiest way to overcome that,
is to just see.
I don't mean to look;
Everybody already looks at the world.
Look at the leaves in fall,
Look at the deer in the field,
Look at the people living their lives...
To look is to graze the superficial presence
of all that your eye falls upon.
To see is to observe, and to feel;
To become captivated by things
you never before used to notice.
Because when you open yourself
to the world with more than just your eyes,
that is when,
you start to see things.
See the way the sunlight,
permeates the leaves...
See the way the rocks, tumble and flow.
You'll even see the creatures that cause
those distantly abrupt sounds...
And you'll see that rarely is it out of terror
of you...
You'll see that you don't need to speed along,
that small bits of the world taken in like a long
draught of understanding,
yield a much more profound mode of traversing.
Rather than see a lot and take in little,
absorb all that you take,
and take with the moderation of virtuosic serenity...
And when you finally reach the point,
where the next thing you take,
is a seat with which to simply imbibe the moment,
take also a glance at those things which until then
were entirely foreign to you.
You'll see something.
Not an animal of exotic nature.
Not a plant of myth and magic.
Not an insect of immaculate disguise...
You'll see those people who can see nothing at all.
Those determinately blinded wanderers,
Infinitely pursuing the future they've laid before themselves.
And when they finally reach that future,
what have they but a thirst for something more.
They have an insatiable desire to never be content.
To them, content is what a person
of lesser motivation will feel.
To them, nowhere is worth going,
unless its worth sprinting to.
And when you try to acknowledge these people,
Inform them of the epiphany you've had,
Act not surprised when they are blind even to you,
For their eyes have yet to yield themselves,
Yet to distance their gaze from the immediate,
Yet to wander and admire....
They must know this for themselves...