As I pull on the arrow’s tail, I can’t let go.
I am not the best archer. The nodes of the moon
Form the bow. The arrow’s head is the direction
I must shoot for so that karmic justice be done.
What I’ve gained over lifetimes appears as a boon
But it’s that which is opposite I need to know.
When I signed up for service from eternity
In the essence of spirit, all selves were aligned.
Cosmic citizenship was a part of the deal.
It became necessary to see, think and feel.
But, for soul growth, I need to be much more inclined
To make peace with my comfort zone but completely.
For me, that means that I must let go of the mind
And attend more to foolishness and having fun.
I can’t just hold the arrow. My arm will get weak.
I must aim to let go for the peace that I seek
And in doing so, evolution has begun
For this imperfect being who could be more kind.