The way forward does not open through more struggle. It opens when those carrying what is sacred come to the very brink of the flood and, instead of thrashing across, stand still inside the water. Standing still at the edge is presence itself, the mind grown quiet where it most wants to act.
Something strange happens in that stillness. The river that seemed impassable begins to give way, and the ground appears underfoot. A person at their own hard edge learns the same thing the priests learned in Jordan. The crossing comes not from the frantic effort to force it, but from being fully here, unmoving, at the brink.