A View From Inside
South Africa
Ancient eyes meet across a glass divide, yet something recognizes something.
The weathered frame speaks of human boundaries, while the owl embodies boundlessness. Light cradled in shadows, shadows defining light. Such is the way of apparent opposites, inseparable in their dance.
The owl does not question its
place in the frame, nor worry if it
belongs to darkness or light.
It simply is.
The same breath that fills its
hollow bones moves through elder
trees and midnight air, what
appears confined is infinitely free.
Perhaps this is the teaching—
to dwell at the edge of things.
… or perhaps fall over the edge completely.