Crossing Over

We all have a bridge, or bridges, to cross and often time as we are crossing it, it falls, but owing to the human nature, that is usually not the finish of it, because we are not falling into a bottomless pit or tumbling into a timeless abyss. No doubt that there are some falls that do seem endless, but the grace of the matter is, that the journey is not over until the bottom is hit. Bridges are erected to transverse gaps in the terrain, however life is full of terrains and some of them must be traveled regardless of a persons wishes. A true journey has obstacles to overcome, with some being place along the path by bad decisions, and others simply by the nature of living, and then there are others that are placed along the path by malicious acts of person.

At times it seems that one step does not lead to another, and even as the passing of time is relentlessly moving forward, movement by person appears to be in stillness or in backwards motion, but by the seat of the pants of mercy, that is not the consummation of it because the elements are the such as this. The plant Earth spins clockwise on its axis and as it is doing this it revolves clockwise around the Sun and even while it is doing both of these it is traveling in an orbit of its galaxy, and even as it is doing all of this it is sojourning the universe as a companion of its galaxy and who is to say, and who is to know, that there is not more than one universe, and that the Earth is placed in one of many that are also traveling within a larger sphere.

The look may be accurate, but the perception may be deceiving because many perceptions are nothing more than an illusion of the true thing that has lost its objectivity under the luminosity of an obscure impression. At times it seems utterly useless to make an effort to climb from the rubbish of the bridge that has collapsed, but even it the midst of tragedy we give thanks, for by doing so we lighten our hurt and our pain and give out minds an outlet where it can absorb what has taken place and latitude to assimilate and address it rationally. The light is not at the end of the tunnel but is shining throughout it, but a fall has dimmed a person's sensitivity to its presence and the bridge of support is colored in the paleness of betrayal as one looks to where one has fallen from.

The bridge is build to span the gulf and like everything that is conceived and made of mortal hands there are faults and weaknesses in the structure of the bridge, and this is why the manner and the mentality of woman and man should be flexible to situations and circumstances and conditioned for fault tolerance, having other avenues of flow to get the objective accomplished. It is not good to fall but falling is apart of perambulating for all motion is transient and nomadic and all universal bodies are mobilized to continue moving and since we upon the earth have no way of discerning in which direction the cosmos is actually moving we accept and believe by default that its motion is forward and in this belief so goes the motion for us.