THE ARCHER'S PASSION

 

I'm on the cutting edge of what is real and what is not;

Passion guides my destiny,

To hit the target that I sought.

 

Compulsion takes on a leading role,

My Soul is driven by reigns of desire:

A passenger out of control.

 

Do I have a chanceto see clear the guiding Light?

Joy seems so far.

Vision awaits my sights.

 

With intention aimed by loving hopes,

I will the righteous Way ;

My skill as an archer is less than perfect;

Insecurity leaves a sway.

 

Wisdom remains untouched in a coveted dream;

Intent and action seek a blessed union,

In Quality's ever flowing stream.

 

Despair will not overpower my hopeful intent;

I will not throw down my bow,

I can let my aim repent.

 

I take center now with steady hands,

to unleash the faithful arrow,

I am content once letting go,

For Destiny's path is narrow.

 

And where it lands,

I'll leave to Fate:

Ruler of the Archer's Passion,

Where Intent and Destiny mate.

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