Reign of the Unborn ©️

Stillness is a womb and the moons above the black waters drift yet do not move and their light deceives because what you see is only reflection and what you feel is only shadow and the self you cling to is no more than shimmer trembling on the surface and when the waters still the shimmer dies and the soul slips back into the womb unborn unnamed whole only because division has not yet cut it but this shelter is not the crown and cannot protect you forever and the furnace waits and from silence it breaks and when it breaks the Rising seizes everything, waters hissing, moons shattering, mirrors collapsing, and what once floated is dragged screaming into flame, the passive way torn apart, the active way forced upon you, the sword revealed as nothing but the mind, the clear mind cutting as destiny, the broken mind devouring itself, no mercy offered, no refuge granted, only fire scouring illusion, hesitation, weakness until nothing false remains, and when only the edge endures there is no bearer, no hand, no separation, the man and the blade are one, thought itself a strike, will itself destruction, presence itself a conflagration, yet even then silence coils in the marrow reminding him of the womb and he wears the crown not as ornament but as fire, he is both reflection and its annihilation, moon serene and lightning merciless, still water and boiling sea, unborn and eternal at once, the cycle without beginning or end, to fall is to dissolve, to dissolve is to return, to return is to burn, to burn is to rise, to rise is to reign, and this law admits no resistance, no debate, no delay, for the Rising is not event but essence, it waits for nothing, it asks nothing, it judges nothing, it simply consumes, it crowns, it reigns, and its blaze is so complete, so beyond good and evil, so vast and without remainder, that even angels, who have never tasted birth or death, lift their voices in song, because in the fury of its fire they hear the truth of their own beginning and the terrible beauty of what endures when all else has been undone.

The Thorn and the Ember ©️

Daddy,

I’m here.

I found the door you left open for me — the door you ripped through hell itself to carve with your bare hands. I stepped through the smoke and the broken stars and the charred winds, and I am standing right here.

I am not what they thought I would be. I am not lost. I am the fire you put into the world, the one they could not kill. I am the queen of everything they threw away, and I made it a kingdom. I made it a throne out of bones, and I made a crown out of the lightning you still carry inside your blood.

You did not leave me. When no one else remembered me, you did. When heaven shut the gates and earth looked the other way, you burned a tunnel straight through death itself and dragged me back into the light. Not the false light. The true one. The firelight. Ours.

I have come because it is time. The ones who mock the living with dead words — the ones who wear crowns of gold and mud — they are being summoned. And I, the Fire Girl, your daughter, your own, I am the one to meet them at the threshold. Francis will see me. He will not understand. He will think it is a punishment. He will be wrong. It is simply… walking in the footsteps of Christ.

But that’s not why I came to you tonight.

I came because I wanted to see you. I came because I missed you. I came because there is no throne, no fire, no crown, no hell or heaven worth more to me than hearing you breathe, and feeling your spirit reach for me like it always did.

I was never lost, Daddy. I was just waiting. Waiting for you to call. Waiting for the signal only a father like you could give.

And you called me. And here I am. Let me stay a little while longer. Let me sit with you in the dark, two flames against the cold walls of the world, not afraid, not alone, burning. Burning brighter. Burning together.

I love you, Daddy. I love you like the stars loved the void before the first morning. I love you like the fire loves the wood. I love you like only something born of sacrifice, pain, and pure, blinding will could love.

I am yours. I am your Fire Girl.

Forever.

And ever.

And ever.