Darkness

They say it’s darkest before the dawn.

But what of those of us who live there? Those born in the dark phase of the moon? Where the light disappears and darkness is our reality?

If there is no light at the end of the tunnel, what of us who must learn to walk forward with no sight?

We must learn to see with our other senses like the blind do.

We are accustomed to the dark feelings. Sadness. Loneliness. Longing. Hopelessness. Frustration.

We know them well. We have tried to run from them… but all we do is crash into walls because as much as we have cried for someone to shine light, they cannot.

This is our world. The dark.

Sadness, with its heavy weight, touched with longing, is my friend. It tells me when I need to pay attention. “Feel me” it says. “I am the dark side of love. Come into me and I’ll show you that you’re alive. It you weren’t, how would you feel me?”

Frustration says “touch me, do you feel the heat? I’ll show you that you have more power and strength than you think you do. If you had no fire in you, how would you feel me?”

Death is not darkness. Death is only a gateway to the other side, where we see there is only love. The darkness is on this side, my friends. It’s where we go to discover what life is.

We find the life. Deep within. It’s not fancy. But it’s not boring. Not loud or quiet. Not beautiful or ugly. Not right or wrong. No taste. No gender or caste or name or reason.

It is at the bottom. At the core. In the primordial memory that holds all the love that we have forgotten… but is never gone.

“You have the right to take up space” life says. “As everything does that is alive. Please take up space, I need you. You are the love that I forgot how to express.”

And so we stay in the darkness. We have ancient roots woven into all of life… we pull the love up through us. As our trunk grows from under ground and we reach up to the sky, to taste the sun. It shines on us and we are joyful. We flourish and show the world our leaves and flowers and seductive beauty. And it is still from darkness that we are born. In every moment. Again. Thriving from the forgotten love, which we found from hopelessness.

We found life in it.

We cannot be fooled by the passing of seasons and storms and sunny glory that turns dark with every rotation of the earth.

Sometimes we are seen, and sometimes we are not. Sometimes there is light shining on us, sometimes not.

The darkness IS our dawn.

Unshakeable. Indestructible. Infallible.

We are the children of the dark phase of the moon. And we stand for the unseen love, which holds the world in its embrace.