The fast moving river flowing unseen beneath still waters

I do not yet have all the words to craft an articulation of the movement I can sense occurring beneath the surface of my thinking and feeling. But happening it is, and so I play the keyboard tonight in hopes of picking up the faint sounds of the music I haven’t given up looking for in the magic of the word song.

I must not lose sight of the more profound albeit subtler discoveries I have been making through the introspection originally inspired by reading the Kalevala. Recent days have seen long hours immersed in study. Recent thinking and writing full of academic references and intellectual analysis.

Having arrived at a point where I can put my scholar’s pen down for a few days, I have been reminded of my own self’s journey which, when begun, had led to the opening of long lost doors to more thoughtful reflection and pondering before writing.

There is a deeper world than this that you don’t understand
There is a deeper world that this tugging at your hand
Every ripple on the ocean
Every leaf on every tree
Every sand dune in the desert
Every power we never see
There is a deeper wave than this, swelling in the world
There is a deeper wave than this, listen to me girl ~ Sting

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