Magic;)
Magic
is reign of the soul, a horizon at the far end of things, high above all
kingdoms of heaven, far beyond deepest tars of hell. She places ground into
those remote layers of air, a ground where human imagination begins to roam
free… this realm of the soul, out of time and beyond dimensions, endless – just
like the soul herself.
Magic
is revealed for the naked eye, all she requires is having a little faith, she
feeds and grows only on faith. Through thin strings she connects daydreaming
with reality and dreams with all waken worlds, she’s a clear border separating
apart lies from the single truth – because truth has no plural.
A
condition, this affinity to be seduced by the source of all colors, and for the
life of me – I am seduced! Magic can be only defined as charms and beauty,
imperfect and incomplete, as they’re meant to be!
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