Losing Yourself

my feet are in the water,
the waves move easy
over my ankles,
they feel the broken shells,
pebbles, sand and larger rocks
beneath the surface;
my face stretches up
to the warmth of the afternoon sun,
I don't feel the early spring water's
aching rattling my bones,
nor the gentle breeze
passing through my hair;
I close my eyes to the blue expanse
shimmering towards an endless horizon,
I am lost
in the peace of this moment
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The Target Draws the Arrow

ride on,
keep seeking,
stay vigilant,
eyes open;
the target draws the arrow;

your path opens up before you,
keep your feet moving,
your destination
is this moment,
where else would you rather be;
the target draws the arrow;

open yourself
to the potential
of your path,
you are more,
you will get there;
the target draws the arrow
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