The target lies ahead,
my future waiting,
whether or not I send my arrow into the bulls eye
I can see the past in my last arrow,
still quivering from its quick flight
into a future I’m done with now.
Where it landed, in the mark or outside,
is also irrelevant. That’s past.
All I have now, all I ever have, is now.
This moment, between a stretched bow string
and a target, is vital.
This moment decides where my arrow flies –
I check my breathing, find my anchor point,
focus my mind into the arrow that lies straight and waiting
and when I have this moment perfect
I can release it,
letting my now fly into my future,
becoming one in the instant
this savored moment of mine