the time has come
for radical departure
no turning back
poised is the archer

with arrow nocked
to the bow,
taking aim, letting go,
letting fly, letting flow

near bursting with momentum
with the pressure to rupture
barely able to hold
the integrity structure

through intense acceleration
facing implosion
or disintegration

goes the arrow, you,
from the archer's brow
from the mind of god you fly
on the ceaseless quest:

to pass the test,
to pass on the best,
to finally rest?
to bless - the universe - with yes?

© Liesl Lee 1993
(revised 2007)



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