On a trail I don’t need
I follow another compass to my destination.
Turning the corner, the sound in my ear meets her maker,
And I am showered with her buzzing mist,
Matching the constant hush and hum of the rushing waterfall.

Her finger pressed to her lips,
“Why did you come to me, visiter?
To prove yourself to your fellows?
But look around you.
Be silent and look!

Be silent.

For silence is the only way to see.”

She chides my chosen blindness.
“Wake up! Wake up!
You fool, wake up!
You dear fool. You sacred fool.

Awake.

For the world in which you reside is so special,
So hushingly and shushingly special.
You fool, awake to the grandeur and sanctity surrounding you.”

The waterfalls know.
Their rushing hushing is chastising you for your chatter.
Awake, you fool.
Be silent and see.