They say the Owl was born under the watchful gaze of the moon,
A creature born from the shadows,
With eyes that see beyond what is visible.
Why does the Owl move so quietly through the night?
What does it know that the world refuses to see?
The Owl does not speak,
It listens to the Earth,
Moves with the rhythm of the wind,
And sees what others cannot.
Its eyes are the mirrors of the soul,
And in the quiet, it finds the truth hidden from the world.
The people watched the Owl,
Wondering why it did not speak its wisdom aloud,
Why it moved silently, even when the world was full of noise.
“What is the Owl’s secret?” they asked.
But the Owl answered not in words,
But in silence, in the way it flew through the night,
Carrying the weight of ancient truths with every wingbeat.
One young woman, struggling to find her way,
Looked to the Owl and asked,
“How can I see the truth when the world is clouded with confusion?”
The Owl did not answer in words,
But took flight, its wings brushing the air with the sound of wisdom,
And in its flight, the woman understood—
True clarity comes when we stop seeking answers outside ourselves,
And listen to the silence that speaks to the heart.
The Owl teaches us that wisdom is often found in stillness,
That we must look beyond the surface,
And trust in the quiet truths that the Earth whispers to us.
In the darkness, we find the light of understanding.
