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.