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Mount Koya San

Drawing the bow
be the arrow.
Releasing the arrow, be the bow.
And with your sharp tip whizzing
through the air,
fling yourself towards the target.
While the sharpened steel
penetrates the atoms
of matter, merging
with the dense restlessness
that vibrates and shudders
at each instant in the ground.
Between the sunlit rifts and the shadows,
between the trees, be the earth,
be sky
and with shoes sinking
into the path, feel
that there is nothing
either in life or sky
toward which to aspire
nor destiny to reach,
but only rare clearings
where you may pull
the bow-string through to its apex
and like a thin string that vibrates
and trembles in the air
shoot a slender arrow
to hit the target,
that in the curvature
of life and the void
is hidden in that spark
of emotion and awareness
shining within the archer.

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