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The Knife That Sets Us Free
Madness chops everything into quivering bits, placing them neatly into little boxes. Carved into clever cubes, we are numbered and named, then hidden away or punitively displayed by fools afraid of animals. Our strata laid bare and sliced by the ugly language of fear, we wince and withdraw while grasping the edge that wounds us. Spontaneity is sacrificed with the knife of reason as our flesh is mutilated by moral delusions, forcing straight lines like arrows through hearts, all driven with the fatalism of one-way streets. Meanwhile, Joy bleeds to death on the corner, dying in the wan belief that life is somehow… evil. We are maimed by this stupid cruelty, pierced by its dissonant spears, and crucified to that Holy Assumption. But God doesn’t make mistakes, God is a mistake. The heavens are feral, and Eden lay all around us. We have been dissected by the clumsy, brutal hands of priests and kings, and all that has died was placed into boxes, our eyes trapped in gleaming hexahedrons of waking death. Life’s naked wonder, neatly destroyed, the roses yet bloom and trees will bear their crimson fruit. So run, my Dear, run while there is yet red on your lips, and diamonds in the sky. Tigers still prowl the night. They are searching with hunger and bitten by need. Let us capture them, and kiss them, and make love like beasts. For even now, in the shadow of the blackest cube, bright things may grow. Some flowers bloom the better for having been cut, and sometimes it is the knife that sets us free. © JM Tiffany 2024
Lost
No one wants the broken. That which is soiled and cracked does not find a home amid the shine of new things. Whatever is ruined does not attract care. There are no ribbons for dead dolls. No lullabies for the lost. What is cast out is forgotten. What is used is disdained, and only those who have fallen will find us.
© JM Tiffany 2024
The darkness is a womb of endless Fire!
As we cross the Abyss upon the tightropes of our lives, most cannot help but feel some terror when faced with the enormity of the silent vastness of eternity.
Learning the truth, some do go mad.
I have watched men throw themselves headfirst into oblivion.
Some have built for themselves golden temples in which they offer up babies to the useless idols of war and commerce.
They have forgotten that all gods are false who shackle the mind and blind the heart.
Most people will do anything to avoid facing themselves. They instead worship desires, propitiate fears, and dwell in temples of trembling delusion.
Often, they will do anything but acknowledge the truth. Anything but sit quietly with the nameless unknowable mystery.
It seems only a few ever discover that its gift is freedom. They are serene who grasp the power of their own insignificance.
In all of this, never forget that you have a choice.
You can listen to the false comforts of the smiling faces and give your life to other people's stories, or you may write your own upon the skin of the Night.
It’s a thin choice, and neither leads much to sanity. But one offers fear while the other, wonders.
So… Be not afraid!
The darkness is a womb of endless Fire!
Can you not feel how the emptiness yearns to overflow? Can you not see how Nothing desires to become? Chaos tears itself apart in order to be filled with Light, and I wish so deeply to be luminous.
To shine.
To constellate.
To add my warmth and light to others.
Will you shine with me? If only for a moment? Like dancing embers winking in the dark, we are the retinal memories of a million sparks circling a hole in space and time.
That none of this was made for us is no cause for alarm.
Just hold my hand that we may burn the brighter and mark a small point upon distant eyes.
©️ JM Tiffany 2024
Love
Love is whole: It completes without possessing; It combines without coercing; It holds without grasping; It binds without restricting; It flows without straying; It heals without harming; It moves without forcing and gently endures the tempest.
Love does not put asunder.
Though Love may die at the end of a sword, its hands will never wield one.
It is better to bleed out and die for Love than it is to live one moment in hate.
Love builds no cages, it knows no borders, it acknowledges only one humanity, and whatever seeks to drive us apart does evil to us all.
© JM Tiffany - 2024