This came this morning, from my Abidhamma service. I though how apropos it was, and immediately images came to mind, particularly the still, silent Mekong as it glides through the pre-dawn mist on its way past Kong Island (Lao).
Learn this from the waters:
In mountain clefts and chasms
Loud gush the streamlets.
But great rivers flow silently.
It’s from the Sutta Nipata.