Darkness Hidden in Darkness
At first, darkness lay hidden in darkness. All this was a signless flood. That which was veiled in emptiness was born, at last, as One by the power of heat.
Is something in me still hidden in darkness, waiting for its time to be born?
📝Reflection
Every beginning comes from signless darkness, a flood not yet named. The poet does not fear that chaos but sings that within it something takes form of its own accord, by 'heat' (tapas). The new things in my life have always come this way — first a darkness where nothing is clear, then something growing warm inside, and one day, form. That which has no shape yet is not therefore absent. Darkness is not the end but the womb of things not yet born.
🌱Apply It Today
If something formless is frustrating you, do not force a conclusion today — let it ripen inside for one more day.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.
