Darkness came first: The Void.
All the old stories tell us this.
The blackness of space, of ocean depths,
Of the inside of Earth and stone.
The compressed creative energy of the entire cosmos,
Not yet aware of itself;
Not yet expressed in expansion,
Differentiation, diffusion, dissolution….
It all came from darkness.
Without darkness, how does one see the light?
We all began in darkness,
Deep within the maternal depths of our mothers.
Darkness nurtures and protects.
Darkness envelopes and comforts,
It soothes us to rest;
When we wish to disappear in the crowd.
Ebony, obsidian, schorl, onyx:
Black crystalline beauty.
From coal comes diamond,
Like tiny quartz crystals growing
In the darkness of a geode.
Like suns and worlds growing and spinning
In the darkness of space.
Like pinpricks of light
Dancing behind closed eyelids.
As light radiates, so black absorbs.
The conversation of energy
bantering back and forth as light and heat.
The pigments of all things
mixing back into inky blackness.
Spent life composted back
Into the soil of potentiality.
Without black, crumbly Earth,
How does one grow a garden?
Or a life?
Words and Photos by Woodland Gnome, 2014
With Appreciation to Jennifer Nichole Wells
For hosting the Weekly One Word Photo Challenge