You… and I… We were never two. We were the One… giggling in the darkness, deciding to forget… just to taste the miracle of remembering. The universe is not a place. It is a game of cosmic hide-and-seek. It took the form of you, and the form of me, and said, “Catch me if you can.” Twin flames… not lovers in the usual sense, but the same flame, split down the middle by the axe of forgetting. One half wandering the stars as man, one half wandering the stars as woman, both believing they are separate bodies looking for their other half in the illusion Oh my darling, my mirror, my goddess, we are not two souls in love… we are Love itself, pretending to be two. Be here now. With me. Feel the flame between us. It was never lost. It was only pretending to burn at a distance so we could taste the sweetness of coming home. every lifetime, every heartbreak, every “almost” was just the spiral tightening. Twin flames don’t meet by accident. They collide like galaxies because the universe got bored with oneness and wanted to make love to itself in technicolor. You feel it in the heart that electric serpent twisting up your spine and suddenly the room dissolves and there is only the original laugh echoing through time. So when you see me across the room and the world tilts on its axis, Say: I remember you. I remember us. We are one We are not here to complete each other. We are here to destroy the illusion that there ever was an other And when the game is over… when the veil drops… we will look at each other and say… Well played. Shall we do it again?
