What is darkness?
The absence of light, they say.
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
It is light which is the absence of darkness.
What was before the beginning of time?
Darkness and chaos, not light.
Darkness is the mother of light;
Light is merely the fireflies in the valley
On a moonless night.
‘Light at the end of the tunnel’, they say,
Light is glorified and overvalued
Because you forget to enjoy the tunnel
To listen to the dark’s symphony
When your mind’s busy looking for light.
Why do we need the day to work,
And the night to sleep?
Because light shows you what’s around
Bathes you in the wonders of the world
While darkness shuts you out from it.
Yes, darkness shuts you out from the outside,
But it opens the more majestic gates
To the more magnificent world of the inside.
The mind reaches worlds, worlds
More expansive than this universe we live in
It talks to itself and goes deep,
Deep into the ocean of thoughts and rediscovers itself
With no sluttish light to distract it.
Not everyone who talks to himself is insane,
Not everyone who doesn’t is sane.
Light stifles the mind, it suffocates thoughts
It is the mythical reward at the end of the tunnel
It makes this false world materialise
It is the poison in your veins that keeps you complacent
And exiles you from the real world of your mind.
Darkness is the only antidote to this venom
The only key to unlock the inside’s door,
The only latch which opens the floodgates
And lets loose the torrent of thoughts.
Saying ‘blinding light’ is stating the obvious
Because light always blinds you to the wonders of the dark.
Once you experience darkness
And discover its wonders
You will never want to open your eyes
And be blinded by light again.