The owl owns silence, it dawns; movements are arrested, as stillness comes alive as owl moments.
The condor, gravitas, incarnated, in relentless search, circling around the sky's navel, in a mystical quest, a motif that arrests motions of mind.
An owl sits and sees, a visible presence of an invisible absence, on the cosy notch hid by foliage on theΒ Β tree of loneliness.
Perking up ears inner silence, the faithful watch dog, listens owl's unuttered words, ever echoing, deep within the walls of mind's corridor.
The owl and the condor, the eloquence of silence, has two voices speaking in unison.In the secret center they reveal the forbidden, silence rules, the dawn of wisdom bright and spectacular, awaken the fog filled landscape.