In the beginning there was nothing, then there was light followed by shed loads of smoke and booze, years later having fought my way through the smoke I came across a clearing in a tree lined valley where the sun always shone. It was here that I laid my hat and drank the cool crystal clear waters. It was here in this clearing that Owls World was formed, drawing together all the beauty that surrounds us and creating a comfortable space where nobody is judged and sprits can grow and blossom, creating a bubble which blocks out those evil egos which so often cast the darkest of rain clouds across other valleys.

What Better Space
By Alan Rooke

What better space

Could we ever want to be in

Than the space which we are now in

A space of reunion

With the love of a family

The strength of an ox

And the honesty of a newborn

We can not help but to feel the awakened

Which has waited until now for our attention

And having felt that which needs attending

We have taken on a new challenge of growth

A challenge of non denial

Painless painfulness is granted to you

With the process of these words

Of our feeling of these words

Our altered filing systems relaying a lifetime of denials

For the truth in our being is the only tonic of cure

A tonic of choice with the fluidity to seep and fill all voids

Gently washing and cleansing in preparation of the moving

So as we ride our white chariots of light into the sun

And free our feathered desires

We can rest

We can rest for the knowing that we have found our path

And the way home.