The archer must first stand firmly on the Earth
Before reaching behind her and selecting an arrow.
She does not know if the arrow she chooses
Will be straight or bent;
What imperfections are engraved in its surface;
If all the feathers are there or not,
Yet the one she chooses is hers alone.
She loads the arrow into her bow, pulls it back, then
Feeling the sun,
Intuits the target the best she can.
Her fingers release their grip on her heart string
Energy becomes matter
Now it is up to the arrow.
The arrow moves through time and space along its way.
Some arrows pass through air as light as eider down
Others through burning fire
Others through sand and mud.
The arrow becomes aware of its journey
Through the resistance it meets.
First looking back at the archer
Then surveying speed and characteristics,
As with the archer,
She intuits the target.
If she does not like what she sees or feels
She reaches up gently with the kind arms of her heart
And bends herself to change the trajectory.
The target is invisible.
Its distance away and exact location unknown
Yet it is always located at the center of the universe.
As the arrow changes the course of her arch to meet the target
The target gracefully moves to meet her halfway.
You are the archer, and the arrow, and the target.