An archer readies his aim to a clay vessel, shooting effortlessly – his confidence of skill, unwavering.

But, when the cask is switched to gold – he suddenly loses assurance; his hands trembling within the light of such a glorious metal.

Nothing changes save for his perception of these external factors, and his belief that he may thrive in spite of their influence.

We want, always, to feel ‘in control’ of our surroundings – to lessen the influence and impact of fear. When the ground is firm, our heart may rest. Though sometimes ‘sure-footed’ can prove a false center of reference. For it only when we lose ourselves that we may finally gain perspective.

It’s not the steadiness of hand which decides our fate. Rather, it’s the arrow’s flight through air which proves our purpose.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️