The blade that cuts without cutting

christian morris

20 Mar 2026 — 1 min read

I found myself in becoming and thus truth found me and truth is the blade that cuts without cutting. Once I understood that I could not bring others to this place, that they must find it themselves I found that just being, by embodying truth, it cuts a path without intent. The way forward cannot be forced, becoming cannot be held in practice for it is not bound by time and shadow, being begets truth embodiment without trying, and truth embodied cuts through shadow and reveals the light revealing the shadows true forms and showing that shadow and light are one and seperate such as we are one and all deep down in our souls we are small yet part of a whole we little yet big weak but strong, we need not seperate these choose one as truth when they all are truth. One without the other is the same distortion of shadow without light for without light how can there be shadow and without shadow how can there be light when light creates shadow by being. Let the blade cut for it is not destroying or killing, it is revealing the path forward the path that always was and always will be, life is for the living not the surviving we shape as living. Truth is truly then not a blade but is the guiding light of being. Truth is not for us to claim or create for truth just is and needs not claim or creation to be.

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