Acclaimed author and storyteller Norman Maclean says, “Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through it and Other Stories
On Poetry, T.S. Eliot says…
‘Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.”
The abstract nature of poetry has long held appeal… It’s attraction, perhaps, lies in its Core Essence, Abstraction Itself, which Is a Calling, compelling in it’s Quiet Authority and Clarifying in its Simplicity and Inescapable Accuracy… Poetry Elevates and Excites because it Speaks of That Abstract Presence that lives in, around, and through all things, places, and relationships. Because the abiding Poetry speaks so Directly and Generously; ‘Prose’, in its more enlivened forms, naturally reflects This Poetic Presence, Being The Poet Himself, The Cause or Causation of the Fields of Plenitude that to this day are overlooked and largely disregarded and misunderstood… The ‘mental disorder’ or affliction is lack of appreciation, which, evidently, is quite the global rage…
The Whole That In Fact Is In Each Part, is not hidden or concealed in any way… which is Precisely why poet, songwriter, singer Bob Dylan Let It Blurt in his admonition to us all that The Answer Is Blowing In The Wind… Still Blowing in that ‘Wind’ that Everyone Knows Perfectly Well, in which A Rivers Runs Through…
Steven Hawking, well known theoretical physicist, spoke of and was well Acquainted With that One Law that science claims to be still ‘searching’ for… Yet, ‘science’, as it is currently thought of and employed, can both Illuminate as well as blind. As we Naturally broaden and brighten up, our fields of vision reveal stunning content, Always There, but hidden by our previous ’science’, being the preconceived notions that somewhat curtailed our Gaze, thereby limiting our capacity to Gander… The One Law, in which all things Merge, and That aforementioned River which Runs Through was Always In Full Frontal View, Seen and Recognized and Known By All…
As I gain a more firm footing in my Creative experience and Unfoldment, as a musician and in the Greater Context of Who I Am, the Factor of Simplicity, Profound Simplicity, becomes Powerfully Apparent… and what I mean is that as the restrictions and conditions of my previous notions Give or Make Way to What Is Presently before me, a Validity quite Beyond my own making comes to Rest Gently and Respectively on all things that I seem to think, feel about, as well as perceive, in and beyond those five senses that were always part of a larger system…
