“You are trying too hard Aum. Just let loose yourself.” Instructed the Archery Master.
“I know how to hold the bow and the arrow now, then where am I going wrong?” gasping for the right answer asked he.
“It’s more than just about them Aum.”
“Then what it is all about? That’s what I have been told so far?” raising his tone, spoke Aum.
“It’s about you Aum.” Replied the placid Archery Master with a gentle smile on his face. “Come and follow me.”
Blindly he followed the Master.
Soon they were into a field where only they two were present. There was an inquisitive silence that he hadn’t experienced before. He could listen to the rustling of a leaf, falling of a quill, a chirp and a twitter not to be missed. There was something very significant about the ambience of this place. There was unwavering certainty that he felt within.
The Master blindfolded himself, bowed to the place, took his bow with grace and ease, made a complete arch, his neck firm, shoulders stretched, hands holding the bow and fixing the arrow in the string, stretching it with concentration, pausing with steadiness, a breath and then the arrow flew as if taking the time along sharp at the goal-fixed at the point.
Motionless he stood. “Ah! What a sight I witnessed.” He gasped with wonder and felt as if under a spell.
He bowed to the Master.
“When will I be able to mark like this Master? How much time would it take for me to reach to this level of perfection? Let me know the technique Master? Where am I going wrong? Where should I focus? How do I practice?” Aum arrowed the questions one after the other.
With a chuckle, the Master gave him his bow and the arrow.
Compassionately tapped on his back and left him alone in the field.
He couldn’t understand what to do alone here in this empty field and shoutingly asked he.
“What should I do Master?”
“Repeat” came the final words.
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