Thrawsunblat - Rivers of Underthought

I: River

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 gathe