Whatever your arrow is
let it fly
as though aimed at the heart
of your enemy,
as though all your life
was balanced there
in that moment of flight
in the intention
the desire
the act.
Hold nothing back,
give all that you are
to the preparation.
Breathe it in
until it fills you,
then let it loose
and move on.
When you release the arrow
the certainty
must be so complete
that you can close your eyes
forget about it
sing a song
or jump in a river -
it doesn't matter
don't wish for it,
don't be controlled by it
the universe
will take over
will guide it home
in acknowledgement
that you did all
that was necessary
and all that you are
was in tune with this act
at this moment:
the arrow singing
into the heart
the self
the quick
the moment
is just the finish,
the gasp, the full stop
that says it is ended.
heartbeat, breath
Zanshin.
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