When Two Frequencies Remember

It became clear to me this morning, as I woke, that the pull I feel is simple and true:

my heart is receptive to your energy, and you cannot help but give it.

Long before we met in form, our souls were already in motion, already dancing.

I found you so that you could find yourself.

Not to possess, but to remember.

And through that remembering, to meet me—

as the Divine Masculine meets the Divine Feminine.

This is the ancient steering dance:

the giver and the receiver,

a rhythm encoded in the body, in breath, in DNA itself.

I see now that becoming one cannot happen in isolation.

An art child is not born alone.

Your art carries your resonance, as mine carries mine,

and today I woke knowing that truth does not mean independence,

but coherence.

You are Adam, and I am Eve—

not as myth, but as symbol.

Together we birth a new energy, a new reality,

a new material world through art—

and more precisely through writing and drawing,

which return us to the original language,

to your roots in graffiti, to marks that speak before words.

I recognize that I lived too long in my inner masculine,

too armored to receive your masculine fully.

Now, with softness, I admit this:

I am moved by you.

I do not know another who carries your vibration.

And still, I arrive at the same knowing:

I cannot do this alone.

Our fields must meet, align, and merge

to generate what has not yet existed.

I know I have written strange things before. I am sorry for that I was confused and scared.

Now I see that fear was present—forces that resist the creation of Heaven on Earth.They are real, and they feed on fear.

What I invite into my life is not your name,

but your frequency.