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.
