06/06/2026
The Passage
I moan. For those of my Liniage who missed to be touched like they‘ve been craved to be touched.
I moan. For those of my Liniage who weren’t kissed like their Lips asked them to be met.
I moan. For the words which haven‘t been sharedand therefore never been witnessed in the familiar circle.
I moan. For the truth which couldn‘t take form. The Fire which wasn‘t honored like Eyes wothout a Spark.
I moan. For the Waters which were hold back like a
tearful Whisper alone in the Dark.
There were Souls walking before me.
A collective of unspoken spells.
I know them all of as rhey‘ve written messages in my Cells.
Songs of Birds living in that golden domesticated cage.
I walked down the Passage now for a dozen Years.
Acknowledging all those past struggles as if theirs were mine to bear.
But the Monarch isn‘t born with the Caterpillar‘s Head.
He‘ve lost his Mind. Literally instead.
So I bow to the infinite Wisdom of Sofia and smile.
Knowing that it‘s time - to leave that Passage behind.
Hokahey - I honor your ways 🙏🏼🌳✨🌍✨
Aurora writings.
06.06.2026
