Sling your arrows and let them penetrate deep into my flesh so that I may realize that I am touched by all forms of manifest being, regardless of my conceptual ideals of its desired form.
I am loved by all things as they touch my being and whisper in my ear, Grow and be one with me. You are loved. You are one with all things. You are, in fact, the very process of love discovering itself. So bow your head and whisper back at the pain you suffer, blessings, thank you for touching me and helping me realize I am.