to connect with the voices of the gods. may we fill these pages with a cacophony of our songs. our chorus fills any room. our passion warms all hearts. our visions drown out your measly expectations. these days, our sols ask us to see the world as it is. our inds ask us to see the world as it can’t be. it feels off until everything feels right embrace the synchronicity embrace the change sense the coincidence that calls for our hearts to explode. 

you’ll never really be ready. 

lean back or we’ll blow you off your feet bang and you bend to our will you’ll lean and ache and dissolve as our

energy

warps and pulls and repels and contracts and

purple flowers line the paths to heaven. 

all 23 of them. 

do you dare follow these cosmic scavenger hunts 

dive deep into our depths and you’ll emerge a little wiser and a little less yourself

but you

were an illusion to begin with I beg of you don’t forget your own il-leg-it-i-ma-cy

cosmic flowers bloom in the places only we can guide you to look why, why stifle us with your fear you won’t die we’re converging for you

traveler.