I don’t often create recognizable forms. They don’t interest me the same way pure geometry does. But every now and then, it happens. What speaks loudest to me in this image is the owl’s beak, used for “gripping prey and tearing flesh.” But I see a person, a shaman. Someone I might respect and think of as wise, especially if I could see their aura, and it was in the shape of an owl. From there, I’m out in space, back in time, and visiting ancestors, miles away from my small self. And happy.
To see inside, beyond and through anything, practice. Why? Because it stretches the mind, exercises the imagination, and satisfies the soul, making you a much wiser person. On the surface, an owl. Just beneath that, a shaman, shapeshifted into the wise owl who sees all and fears nothing. Within that, galactic threads holding the universe together. The cosmic weave. Deeper still, black holes, where stars and souls are born. Keep going, further and further in, until it all blends together into nothing. That’s where we meet in truth and we know each other well. And we’re One With Life. Owl.
