November 19th- Shells break open containing the juicy, heartbreaking thrills of union inside. In a vast farm there’s a crop of laughter-bearing fruits kept secret for fear of what their taste might open up. The somber gatekeepers stand guard of the harvest with hoe, axe, shovel, sensing that we as the animals who yield the growth of this joyfruit perch at the ready to fly away unbound. Blissful meetings and dripping nectar freeze, dry up through the gaze of “need” and “should.”
That is, until perception of the agricultural field opens and the fruits before our eyes become stars dancing merrily in overlapping circles. With voice and a mirroring action that makes us bounce back looking at our molecular structure, we’re reminded of our own starry origins. The perception of a star’s boundaries is itself a product of a limited way of seeing that ignores star matter’s inseparability from our own being. No need to spoil the soul’s pulse toward its curiosity with hardened questions rooted in convention! Sudden recognition of our true nature makes us careen forward, backward, sideways; the erotic coconuts explode onto our masters.
-World Shadow Horoscope, November 19th, 2020