The Arrow
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The Arrow - By Lucy Hinton
There’s an arrow that points through us all
Headed with intensity towards…
The ultimate goal of life
A mark upon
the path of the infinite
We all serve this nameless course
for we are at once arrow, bow and quarry
This mysterious hunger to be alive and fly forth is what bore us hence,
we belong to it
It is of our dreaming
And at the same time
it is dreaming us.
Why do waves head to the shore
again and again?
~ moved by the circulation of that which flows
through the cycle of all
Joining ancestor’s breath with newborn cry
We, the living,
are the wave-crests raised
by the journeys of the dead
Every arriving wave is a little death
If you stand close enough
You may hear the hushhhh
of its final breath.
Yet what is death
if not the freedom to fly
through the sacred gateways of change?
Why did our ancestors
take care of our forebears
and we, the children of our kind?
It was of the passion of the Great Arrow
that flies through the heart
of All creation.
Animated with determination
to travel ever further
into the mystery,
piercing and expanding.
Dreaming is to the soul
what breathing is to the body
It has no known goal
yet is a vital sign of life.
The Great Arrow cannot be removed,
the trick is to listen closely
for its whistle
and become one with it
flying straight and true,
or even tremulous and curved,
content simply
with the flying.