09 Longing for Innocence

Longing for Innocence

She awoke to an unexpected wave of emotion — a soft unraveling at dawn. Beneath the tears was a grief not for someone, but for something ancient and near-forgotten: innocence. That unarmored state of being, untouched by fear, story, or the weight of memory.

From this tender reckoning emerged a poem — a remembrance wrapped in quiet devotion. Innocence becomes both invocation and mirror: a return to wonder, to the sparkle of morning dew, to the heart before the walls were built.

This transmission is not a performance. It is a flame carried from the fire’s edge — an offering from the one who speaks through ash and ember. May those who listen remember the world before the wounding… and choose to create it once more.

With love and light from the ashes.