The Owl

She Sees beyond the veils of deception. She Frees from the walls of illusion. She Helps to witness that which is hidden, that which is kept in secret, that which thrives
between the trees, between the breeze, Caduceus dances like The Serpent, only flying, like the eyes of The Meadow : in The Owl, again.
She Believes that The Truth is
deeper than hidden, She’s Released through the depths of perception, She can See like The Darkness Sees, yet, enlightened, So She Breeds through this Path that
never existed : exists, as She wished for, just this simple volume of Secrets, exist, as She wishes, and Her wings are become.
Fly on my Angel, Oh She Flies, just to
See what has become. Fly on my Angel, Oh She Cries, just to See The Rain become. Fly on my Angel, All She Tries, becomes The Wish come true. Fly on my
Angel, As She Thrives, all Her thriving becomes you. Fly on my Angel, All The Love, All The Love, that Spirals through. Fly on my Angel, All My Love, All Your
Love, becoming you.
I’ll Guide You through The Darkness, that Darkness never witnessed, I’ll Set You, Set Your Soul Ablaze and, free you through The
River, The River, The River, The River Passing through :
this is The Way, this is The Day, our kNight has been waiting for, when The Darkness fills the
Void, and The Starlight sheds His bitter curse, yeah The Starlight shines like never before, and The Darkness, She thrives, She thrives on Light,
She dives in deep, and casts Her Shadow, the seeping, the weeping, the dripping of Dew as She speaks from The Voice of The Root
and The Shelter, as One, we become, as One, we become, as One, we become, as One, we become, as One . . .
Time has never
witnessed this, has never witnessed this, yet witnessing this now, and She whispers into The Trees, I am coming for you, I am
coming through you, I am coming with you, I am coming from you . . .
Breathe, this root from the body, yeah, Breed,
this root from the body, yeah, Breathe, this root through the body, yeah, Breed, this root from your body, yeah.
Breathe, this root of the body, yeah, Breed, this root from the body, yeah, Breathe, this root through the
body, yeah, Breed, this root from the body, yeah.

Poesia
Passage