For those seeking a soulmate: Loveliness is loneliness. The collaged objects of the-end-of-days conjunct the plutonic week.
For those seeking a sustained tone: Fukushima daisies, petals warped back. “Everyone has a black hole inside them, even the universe.”
For those seeking palm trees planted outside a corporate medical building: Hearts, juicy warm, ripe to the touch, sterile.
For the sleeping loaves of terraced corn: A gauzy afterlife.
For those who ask themselves: “If I am not myself, then who am I?”: Remember stars and mosquitos intertwined.
For the Divinely fragrant: a song to heal the healer.
For those searching through their pockets: find veins within serpentine rocks. A chalcedony with rich moss-like inclusions.
If you are guided by inner sincerity; intuition updates in hard times. For those seeking an end: Everything is in flux. Meaning anything could happen or not happen. Let go! Creation takes place in the void! Facilitate angelic contact. Dissolve self-sabotaging behavior. Go down the mountain into the valley of the dolls. Evolve right now.
— Zoe Brezsny & Joel Dean