Better Poems

Take up your bow of effort
Choose rightly --your most beloved bow
If you cannot string it, how can you love it?
If it strings too easily, how far can it send your prayer arrows?

-------Where do your arrows end up??

Piercing the heart of Divine Mother!

Her response floods her Being
As you also are flooded
Intelligence comes,
Shows you angles of thought
You never dreamed of....
And ALL you dreamed contained
In the shimmering air
Where you stand
Bow in hand

-------How came you to this, Archer??

All those falling short arrows.

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