Saturday, June 04, 2016

The Archer

Life is the archer:

Do not be the string,
 pulled taut 
and ready to snap.

Do not be the pointed arrow,
ready to fly.

Do not be the bow, 
tightly grasped
 and unyielding.

Be the breath 
the archer takes
To steady the trembling.

Be the breath 
the archer takes
To bring ease,
To focus aim.

Be the breath.

Be the breath.


Where ever you are, whatever the weather,
 I wish  you fresh air and a pace of life that suits you.

photograph and poem
by Marcie McQuillan
May 2016

1 comment:

Out on the prairie said...

Very nice , we often forget how to live simple and not so frustrated