The Outback

Crows fly in circles, in lines. Zig zag the energy fields move. Like an invisible wave.

Time stands still while wind flys through each and every feather in the sky. Marking a passage in a dimension unknown to the human eye. The journey taken without hesitation and only intention. Simultaneously and yet non-existent, it is happening now.

The sun is pounding, and yet, born in black, the crow flies. Some say they bring wisdom, some say treachery. And still, no one intimidates, questions, or denies the purpose of a crow. Being when and where it's meant to be.

Just a second in time, a moment in your vision with disbelief. All the while it exists. Flying in the outback.