With the fresh, fragrant air does the river course by, yet unaware where its hurried course lies. Driven by current, all- encompassing tow, life on the surface moved by what roils below. So as we wend through speech and encounter, the rivers of underthought carry us forward. Awareness can grasp the path left in its wake, but never the course that the current shall take. Brother of mine, when we meet, the gestures and tones rivers of underthought let fly from your bones. Sister of mine, when we hear the songwords and tones, rivers of underthought seep into our bones.
II: Stream
And so they connect us, what truly bind us all to one another. Streams unseen, under all thought, join like the reservoirs and tributaries — as seen from miles above the Earth, stretching into its curvature. Join like the great interconnection of all water, of all life. As the rivers of underthought flow to the sea, through deltas to oceans, lakes, and estuaries. From any of their seven billion sources. The latticework of human experience.
III: Deluge
How the torrents sometimes rage; how they sometimes wane to rivulet; how they sometimes freeze with the cold; how they sometimes build so strong, so relentless, so boundless as to swell and swell and burst the dam. As the white water roars into the valley below, this is how we change, how the valley of the spirit reshapes its face — renews, restores, returns us again to balance. So crash together, run together, rivers of underthought. Oh the deluge when we gatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.