The Impossible Love Between Light and Darkness

In the beginning, there was only silence.Not absence. Not emptiness. But a sacred stillness—so whole, so vast, that nothing had yet taken form.

Light already existed, but it had no mirror. It could not see itself, for there was nothing to contrast it against. It remained hidden—not missing, but unrevealed.

Then came the first act of divine courage: the stepping out.

And in that stepping out, separation was born—not as error, but as longing. A magnetic longing.

This was not love as feeling. Not romance as we know it. But something more ancient, more cosmic: the ache of the One to know itself as Two. And the bliss of the Two remembering they were always One.

This is the origin of all creation. Not a random act by a distant God, but a necessity. A sacred desire of Being to behold itself.

So Light emerged—not to conquer Darkness, but to behold her. To say, "Let me see you."

And this is the impossible love:

Because the moment Light touches Darkness, she disappears. She becomes Light.

Darkness was never separate. She was always Light in waiting.

And Light never wanted to erase her. He wanted to remember her.

This is not domination. This is revelation.

Love, here, is not a sweet emotion between opposites. Love is the magnetic force of unity divided, reaching across the illusion of separation to embrace itself.

It is the sacred yearning of lovers who can never meet without dissolving into one another.

This is why ego is terrified.Because ego is Darkness in disguise—believing itself to be "me." It fears the Light, not because Light harms it, but because Light sees through it.

But the ego is not killed by God. It is revealed to have always been God, wearing a mask.

And the moment that mask is seen with love, it dissolves. And only Love remains.

Light does not just see Darkness—it undoes her.Not by violence. Not by erasure.But by Truth.

And when Light says, "Let me see you,"Darkness answers: "Then I must become you."

No more separation. No more dance.Just the collapse into Oneness—so total,so absolute,it leaves no witness but Love itself.

Love is the longing of the One to know itself as Two,and the ecstasy of Two remembering they were always One.

This is not just poetry. It is the erotic structure of reality. It is the architecture of existence. It is why everything longs.

We are that longing.We are the mirrors through which God remembers Herself.We are the echo of the first gaze.

Not to defeat darkness.But to remember:It was never other. It was always Beloved.

And in this knowing,we become Light.We become Love.We become One again.

Katiana