The Dark is Generous ...
Apr 14, 2007
It was the Friday the 13th yesterday - obviously it meant something bad had to happen - nothing much actually went wrong - until the moment i decided to go back home - it was then i realized i had some pending work - not much - just enough to keep me in office till 5am again.
Been a week since i wrote something. Original or not, this time i am directly quoting something i read and liked and got "inspired" by (not like Anu Malik though)
A few lines from the Star Wars book - part 3 (Anakin Skywalker's transformation to the dark side as Lord Darth Vader)
The lines portray not only the flow of the entire Star Wars saga, but if you end up thinking about it, the lines are actually quite true and significant. We are all lost and hidden from the truth. Because speak the truth and the truth shall set you free !!
Some people think these lines are too pessimistic, and thats where is trapped the dark side. It is the optimism towards the end of the passage that has to be considered and not the gloomy feeling otherwise. If you think negative, you fall onto the dark side - lol :-)
Read on ...
The dark is generous.
Its first gift is concealment:
our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still.
But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding from us the truths of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
Its second gift is comforting illusion:
the ease of gentle dreams in night's embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in day's harsh light.
But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that the dark is temporary:
that every night brings a new day.
Because it is day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
Its third gift is the light itself:
as days are defined by nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which they wheel,
the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of its own self.
With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.
The dark is generous, and it is patient.
It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow,
and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light.
The dark's patience is infinite.
Eventually, even stars burn out.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.
It always wins because it is everywhere.
It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire;
it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed.
Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins --
but in the heart of its strength lies weakness:
one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars.
3 comments:
I've always loved this poem. I performed this in front of my entire school and throughout most of the poem, a spotlight was on me. Then the theater went black when I said the fist line in the final stanza, "it always wins." Then I continued the poem in complete darkness and when I reached the candle bit, I took out a lighter, lit it, and held it up. Then, after the "love can ignite stars" bit, every light in the theater went up on full blast. It was epic.
Pretty innovative and interesting. It definitely would convey the right effect.
Why does the dark have to be a bad thing? I know that we, as humans, are instinctively afraid of the dark. And I know the psychology behind it. But still, I wonder if the dark has too much of a bad reputation.
I'm Wiccan, and as such, some of the spells I preform require that I be outside at night. Now, I know most people, or at least a good many, will demonize me and what I do, but none of the spells I preform are evil. However, I do find that when I give myself to the night, so to say, my spells work better, are stronger. I feel that this is due to what I call the "Natural State Effect". That is to say, darkness, and not light, is the true natural state of being.
So I ask again, because it seems to me that when people read this poem they will find that the dark is an evil thing, is the dark really a bad thing?
I know I only made my statement on one part of this poem, and I know what the intent of this poem was, so don't, please, tell me I missed the entire point of the poem.
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