Meaning: Focus, sacred intent, the honorable strike.

The spear does not flail—it pierces.
This feast is for the strike that ends wandering.
Not all battles are violent. Some are vows.

Choose one thing to aim at today.
One task, one word, one wound to close.
Name it, and let nothing distract you.

Honor the thrust that does not tremble.
Let your focus sharpen, your breath still.
Precision is reverence with purpose.

Then lay down the spear with gratitude.
Not all targets must bleed.
Some are pierced only to become whole.