The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.

She bends you with her might

As her arrow goes

swift and far

the archer sees the

mark upon the path.

The archer searches

truth.

Truth searches

the archer.

Through this place

the archer does

not want to

sting.

The archer only

chooses to throw

her arrow at what

should always be

known as

the highest truth.

I wrote this poem back in 2002. I am just now compiling old writings and putting them onto my blog. Thank you for stopping by and reading this post. May you aim high and aim true, pointing your arrow towards your highest truth.