“Each feather is a phrase the wind once spoke.”
After the serpents unbound the lines of form,
there rose into the upper currents a new order —
creatures woven from air and resonance,
messengers between motion and meaning.
These are the Feathered Whispers,
born where the sky bends to thought,
their wings inscribed with the scripts of unseen language.
They are the memory of speech before tongues were made,
the breath of understanding in its purest drift.
Image credit: On the Way to Athens by Ludwig Schwarzer (1912-1989)
The Maharajagar 