Life is the archer:
Do
not be the string,
pulled taut
and ready to snap.
and ready to snap.
Do
not be the pointed arrow,
ready to fly.
Do
not be the bow,
tightly grasped
and unyielding.
and unyielding.
Be
the breath
the archer takes
the archer takes
To
steady the trembling.
Be
the breath
the archer takes
the archer takes
To
bring ease,
To focus
aim.
Be
the breath.
Be
the breath.
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Where ever you are, whatever the weather,
I wish you fresh air and a pace of life that suits you.
I wish you fresh air and a pace of life that suits you.
photograph and poem
by Marcie McQuillan
May 2016
1 comment:
Very nice , we often forget how to live simple and not so frustrated
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