heading toward what is true.

i waver. 
vacillating between what is true
and what seems true.


the line, thin
straddled between worlds
wandering
and
wondering.


i look to moments of pure
to find truth percolating
like a fresh creek
hidden in the deep
of a mountain.


smell the fresh
taste the air
feast on what is unseen.


i am heading toward what is true.