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In a field of black

Riddled with dots of white.

We find here the cosmos

And all their secret delight.

A comet flies past

Leaving a trail of blue;

But on closer inspection

It's a barn owl that asks “who?”

A spectral fey beast

A display of spectacular spectacle feast.

Magic images of owl turned spirit

Roams the universe in cosmic bewilderment.

Above each planet, a quick stop.

To spectate life; beasts from below,

Learning of secrets; those that bestow,

And of places; those that give gold.

Whimsical wonder of wandering willows,

Finding fear of faces and flaunting fellows.

“Where would I wish to be?”

Asked the owl, who spends time searchingly.

The owl has no-body; only spirit.

Therefore he needs no physical rest;

Free to be and travel with necessity,

Go where thy please and needs.

Moon to planet

Planet to stars

Stars to galaxy

Galaxy to far.

The first stop of a long journey-

The first teaching of wisdom and learning.

The first challenge and conflict,

The last lingering lacing line lacking lies and love.

A planet with no visible water

A planet seemingly ground all around,

A place of forest only

And mountain maybe.

Make a trip thoroughly and thoughtfully,

Fly above and see what's below.

Below is what lies above but not flying,

Only on the ground can we see.

So perch on a tree

And with eyes zoomed tightly.

We see a civilization of ants;

Wicked sights a city of animosity.

The spirit blasts toward

Phases under the ground.

Peeks at what lies beneath

Finding a tunnel of grandeur.

An elaborate system of delicate dictations

And dictations in a delicate system of elaborateness.

Meaning that what we find isn't quite right;

And can only be found with the right mind.

Imagine the labyrinth the owl found,

The twisting tunnels of swirling sound.

Images that smell of dirt

And sights that sound of home.

We must zoom out

Look at the picture big.

We need must see

The thing in front of thee.

Listen for the sight of love

And hear the feel of touch,

Find what you're looking for

Then adventure become paintbrush.

The owl searched the planet,

Not finding his founds.

So next to come,

And on he goes.

Planet number two,

A place of weird and wacky.

Some say that live here

Are those full of fears.

Fears that aren’t really real,

Or stuff that seems silly.

Sights of clowns and upside-down frowns

Smells of farts and frilly.

So we move on, because you see:

What happens to be here, isn't what we seek.

But you may be wondering by now, what are we looking for?

I can only convey to you if you close your eyes and open your mind.

Eyes, eyes, eyes…

Needed to see.

But you see,

Close them and see.

Don’t understand?

What else sees without using a hand?

Something that is similar to eyes and mind; an organ.

But in addition and frutition; a muscle.

I speak with heart of the heart.

I’m asking you to see love.

Because what this owl searches for,

Is proper companionship.

Alone in the cosmos, a stretch of time,

A wandering life, in search of divine.

Loving love and lovely lovingly-

Learning that love is lately lust and lying.

But through persistence and passion,

Finding one's way of wonder.

He’ll find his destiny,

To procreate a creation of curiosity.

The next planet, one of whimsical clairvoyance,

The next world, one of chivalrous daunt.

We find a place of rock and ocean;

With a land of blue forest mushrooms and sea of aquamarine serpentines.

Amongst those ‘trees’, taller above,

We find a black spirit, the raven of touch.

A solid structure - a full body.

Unlike the owl of blue transparency.

The owl spots the raven.

The raven hears the owl,

Then they touch timelines,

And amazingly astonish all around.

A cataclysmic event, spirit and body.

The two wrapped up, and taken flauntingly.

Their minds become one, they always were,

And together they continue, to explore the beyond.