Darkness is the gate keeper.
Darkness cradles the tender light.
Being born of a pervasive darkness,
I become conscious of becoming conscious
and in this learning to be, this learning to see,
I see a deeper darkness
at the infinite core of everything.
Harsh tendrils of this reach into my heart
and tear down my defenses of belief.
Searing pain charrs my will to live.
Hope has long gone up in smoke.
The light of truth of yesteryear or reason is meek
and tries to bolster itself with bravado.
This self-conscious light is but a reverse shadow.
One must be lead deeper and through
the darkness at the center of the soul
if one seeks true brilliance.
It can only be found after the flame of ego
has been snuffed out by an all-consuming annihilation.
Fury spent. Wisdom burnt. Knowing of ashes, only.
Then there will be a big bang flash of a singularity of light
rendering darkness an illusion.
And the beginning will have a word again.
And the word is Love.