In the dream, none of the arrows strike us.
They either fly right by, or else pass through,
miraculously, without leaving a mark.
When we wake up, we are still in a dream.
We are still imitating being dreamers,
but the arrows are different now.
They have faces, smiling mouths,
they are clever, they say, “Pick me!”
Look how quick you are!
You deftly reach and snatch one
right out of the air, as if it was moving
in super slow motion — what a dream!
You read the gilded inscription engraved
on its shaft. It says, “Wake up, it’s not too late!”
This makes you slightly uncomfortable.
What’s going on here?
You try another one, just because.
It is also engraved, it says, “Relax!”
Soon you are weary of the dream, the game.
You turn around and walk into yourself,
come out the other side.
It seems like you have passed through a door,
but when you turn back around, you only see
arrowheads scattered around on the floor.
They appear to have ingenious symbols
carved all over them — colorful, bold!
Once you may have been curious,
now you just walk on.
“What you hear must enter you like an arrow and hit something deep within you. There must be an internal reaction; without the reaction what you hear won’t do you any good. You should know it when the arrow reaches its mark.” ~Sri Nisargadatta