Eye find myself forgetful of the idea that our eyes are the same eyes as when they were a child (not considering the biological nature of cellular reproduction). Mine, the pupil surrounded by a corona of amber, the forested bulk a changing hue of green, and a deep blue boundary between the color and the whites. It can be difficult to remember the means necessary to which we gaze upon the world. There is a hidden power in the eyes… a process of absorption, saturation and movement of light that is what some may call magic. Eyes release water when the push and pull lifts feeling out of the body. Closing when in need of a new kind of Space. Portals for symbolic meaning. Veils that can be lifted and released down. Messengers of intention. A deep, but brief passageway into the soul of Life itself.
The Solar Pulse Project: Total Solar Eclipse, August 21st, 2017