How often do we lose the point
Getting caught up in rightness,
Fear, our own thoughts, it is not
A violation of law, but intention
Is there harm, or healing, an
Awareness of hurt or justice not
Wrong and right, those fine lines
Drawn in sand, that drift on the wind
Or pass with the next tred of foot 
Or height of wave, where is your 
Heart gone, thinking, breathing,
Waiting for the sign, even when 
There is none given, where is the 
Arrow flying, striking, where do we 
Grasp and sometimes fail succumbing
To the sounds without, 
Listen well
  Listen long
    Listen deep
Where is it leading