You stand at the butts, your bow in your hand,
and feel the fear of missing the target rise strong within you.
You come to a startling conclusion:
if I do not shoot then I cannot miss.
You put your bow away,
and over many years the bow will rot,
your Buddha’s smile remain unsmiled,
and the words of God remain unspoken.
Instead, make your target
the drawing of your bow,
and the feeling of your fear,
and the loosing of your smile,
and the joy of your arrow’s flight.
Then you will never miss.