The Crossing

The Crossing

it seems 

a line to be crossed

a completion to be made

acknowledging truth..finally

of mind over matter 
with our inborn projection..

it is a river to be crossed

a small boat through hazards..

hazards of insistence that

the material world speaks

for itself

evolving and sourcing

rising before our eyes..

 we await a next move..

easily are we immersed

in lively appearance..

we occasionally back off

noticing our untruthful

immersion..but soon 

clamor and curiosity

render our small boat

stalled on this side..favoring

a crossing delay...