Intention

Branches up, roots down.

I stand on feet firmed to the earth and breath in.

I envision myself notching the arrow, drawing the bow.

I let her fly: “I intend to sow and reap liberty by engaging my voice.”

The vibrations hum my fingers.

I breathe out.

So mote it be.

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