Verse 1
There’s a feeling in the moment
That the mind can’t quite contain,
It keeps reaching for a reason
But it always comes up plain.
Every word just feels too small
For what’s moving underneath—
There’s a world alive and breathing
That no sentence ever meets.
Chorus
It’s too deep for words to touch,
Too alive to be explained,
Thoughts keep throwing little nets
But nothing here is ever caught or named.
Let them thrash, let them run,
They don’t have to understand—
There’s an experiencing happening
That doesn’t fit inside their hands.
Verse 2
The mind keeps trying to claim it,
Call it this or call it that,
Turn a living, shifting ocean
Into something clean and flat.
But the knowing isn’t spoken,
And the truth is never still—
It’s a verb that keeps unfolding
Long before the mind gets skilled.
Chorus
It’s too deep for words to touch,
Too subtle to hold still,
Thoughts can circle all they want
But they never find the hill.
Let them spin, let them shout,
Let them say what they must say—
There’s a deeper kind of living
Moving quietly on its way.
Bridge
I don’t need to stop the thinking,
I don’t need to push it down,
I just see it can’t step into
What was never meant to sound.
There’s a silence full of detail,
There’s a richness in the flow—
Life is happening too closely
For the mind to ever know.
Final Chorus
It’s too deep for words to touch,
But it’s here, and it is now,
Not a thing I ever grasped
Just a way of being found.
Thoughts may come and thoughts may go,
Trying hard to understand—
But experiencing keeps happening
Without ever being planned.
Outro
No name.
No claim.
Just this—
Happening.
