31/08/2025
“Those Who Walk with the Owl”
They are the keepers of the silent hours,
their hearts attuned to whispers
that the sun-blind never hear.
Born beneath the shadow of wings,
they carry the stillness of midnight rivers,
the patience of trees rooted in frost.
In their eyes, moons are mirrored
seeing what hides,
hearing what is unsaid,
holding truth that others turn away from.
They do not rush.
They wait, they watch.
And when they move,
it is with the certainty
of stars changing the tide.
To carry the Owl Spirit
is to walk between worlds
half in dream,
half in waking,
always listening to the deeper song.
For theirs is the gift of vision
not bound to daylight,
but to the eternal dark
where wisdom is born.
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