Intention

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