A prose poem, plus an exploration of the symbolism of the owl through the lens of Indian mythology, philosophy & spirituality

There’s something about owls —
mysterious creatures of the night,
their golden eyes, staring unblinkingly
into the shape shifting shadow
and then lightning quick —
they pounce.
fear, like a mouse, held firmly in their talons.

The silence of the morning,
I start each morning with a moment of mindfulness, spending some time with a simple question and a single card drawn from my Tarot deck.

