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The arrow is nothing but a thought released into t

The arrow is nothing but a thought released into the world as an action. Only well thought arrows hit the target, others miss. Bullseye!!!

(Complete prose in the caption) The breeze wafts around in the green archery. The trees are swaying merrily and the clouds waffle and waver in the blue sky.

He stretches the bow back, a sleek arrow ready to set off into the nothingness. The birds chitter in harmony unaware of the aim. His hand is firm, his eyes fixed at the target behind the green leaves. 

The breeze continues to blow in frolic, the clouds continue to falter, the leaves continue to bristle. 

And then out of thin air, his eyes spot the bullseye and with one firm look, he released the arrow which pierces through the wafting wind and it strikes through the leaves. The bullseye penetrated by the arrowhead, trembles as the birds depart.
The arrow is nothing but a thought released into the world as an action. Only well thought arrows hit the target, others miss. Bullseye!!!

(Complete prose in the caption) The breeze wafts around in the green archery. The trees are swaying merrily and the clouds waffle and waver in the blue sky.

He stretches the bow back, a sleek arrow ready to set off into the nothingness. The birds chitter in harmony unaware of the aim. His hand is firm, his eyes fixed at the target behind the green leaves. 

The breeze continues to blow in frolic, the clouds continue to falter, the leaves continue to bristle. 

And then out of thin air, his eyes spot the bullseye and with one firm look, he released the arrow which pierces through the wafting wind and it strikes through the leaves. The bullseye penetrated by the arrowhead, trembles as the birds depart.