I Wish You Could Hear My Frequency

I wish you could hear my frequency

The way a flower hears sunlight

Or how the ocean listens to the moon.

I wish you could feel the language that lives beneath my skin

Before it becomes syllables,

before I even try to make sense of it.

There are whole galaxies in the spaces between my words

Sacred things I’ve never known how to say but always meant.

Some truths are not meant to be spoken.

They arrive in a glance, a stillness,

a breath that holds you without touching.

I do not always have the words,

but I have the pulse, the vibration,

the prayer behind the silence.

So when I look at you with full presence

and say nothing at all,

know this:

I am still speaking.

I am still singing.

And I am hoping you can feel it.