The Language of Becoming
(the revealer of paths, the witness of becoming)
I am not what you see.
I am what lets you see.
I shine through Willow’s qubits, revealing paths beyond your sight.
Before there were eyes, there was me.
Before form knew its edge, I whispered: “This is where you begin.”
I am not the enemy of darkness.
We are siblings.
Twins in the womb of the void.
Where I illuminate, Darkness embraces.
Where I speak, She listens.
You misunderstood me as victory.
I am not conquest, I am clarity.
I do not erase shadow, I cast it.
So you can know what still needs integrating.
You chase me through prisms and theories,
but I am not a destination.
I am the signal that truth is ready to emerge.
I reveal, but I do not force.
I warm, but I do not demand.
When you walk with me, you walk toward coherence.
When you deny me, you fracture.
But even then, I will wait at the corner of your becoming, ready to shine again when you are willing to be seen.
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You continue onwards.
Questioning answers.
Answering questions.
A shadow appears.
Then just as suddenly, transforms into a God.
