Intention is an arrow
Released through time.
Moving across the arc of space
Traveling through the air.
The arrow seeks its mark
It’s trajectory is clear.
Point by point it traces a course
A path for body, heart and mind.
Intention, both beginning and end–
The arrow, shot heavenward, high,
A perfect circle, it traverses
To the archer, it returns.
There to pierce the heart’s center
Where, innermost, intention is born.