“…no single day is the same as any other and…each morning brings its own special miracle, it’s magic moment in which ancient universes are destroyed and new stars are created.”—Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
Magic lived—the coalescing of force and destiny. Her eyes shone with specks of gold intertwined in lighted spirit circling dark and drawing centers. Their color and gold held together with ribbon-strands of fate in patterned retinal weaves that expanded and contracted with every living breath. Beyond their color, through their dark-windowed centers, he saw Soul.
In a look that fixed and held, no longer than a moment, a universe was undone. The past was past; the future—a dream. A universe was destroyed in the discovery of new light: Her radiance in presence, form. She was a new star around which all was drawn; a universe born of golden specks in spirit-eyes, drawn to deep centers that were windows to a soul.
Magic lived, and everything was changed.