Clarity

A poem

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When we think our thoughts are only a spoonful deep.
What exactly is it that we mean?

The circuit paths that you see, the first feelings that you feel.
They cannot exist without the deep currents passing underneath.
When we smile and we grimace, it all begins before we think to think.

So then we try to read the mind, and assign a reason.
And we state it. But it doesn’t feel quite right.
And then we falter, hesitating and rethinking.
What did happen that quiet night?

Sometimes we get close.
What we felt, and what was said.
And for a moment we feel heard.

And sense the deep currents strike free.