"With effortless focus, Munenori Sensei smoothly pulls the arrow
to bend his bow. Released like a ripe fruit, the arrow glides.
It races toward your heart.
In the eternity of the arrow’s flight, you wonder: What is this
present moment?
Confronting its end, your mind becomes razor sharp, cleav-
ing time into uncountable, quickly passing moments.
At one such perfect instant you see the arrow as it floats, suspended
between the finest ticks of the most precise clock. In this instant
of no time, the arrow has no motion, and nothing pushes or
pulls it toward your heart.
How, then, does it move?
While your beginner’s mind embraces the mystery, the arrow flies."
In the eternity of the arrow’s flight, you wonder: What is this present moment? Confronting its end, your mind becomes razor sharp, cleav- ing time into uncountable, quickly passing moments.
At one such perfect instant you see the arrow as it floats, suspended between the finest ticks of the most precise clock. In this instant of no time, the arrow has no motion, and nothing pushes or pulls it toward your heart. How, then, does it move?
While your beginner’s mind embraces the mystery, the arrow flies."