Love This Black
Love This Black
It’s black on black
Black on black
Black on black
Dear Master of Love
What is this black?
Dear ones, is it really black?
Tell me, what is black?
The absence of light?
Is absence the same as nothing?
An empty cup is not nothing
It is waiting to be filled
What was the universe
before the first star opened?
An ocean without a flame
A silence without a name
Why was the universe painted like that?
So light would have
a place to dance back
Black on black
It’s light, it’s a dance!
Black on black
It’s light, it’s a dance!
Black on black
It’s light, it’s a dance!
Black is not empty
Black is deep
Black is the ground
where energies sleep
Black holds every colour
that enters its night
Black is the patience
that teaches light
Why must love
pass through darkness?
Does a seed fear
the dark of the soil?
No, it begins there
Does a star apologize
for the night around it?
No, the night reveals it
Then darkness asks love
its first true question
Can you still love
When beauty is hidden?
And if we cannot?
Then perhaps you loved
only the colour placed upon it
Not the thing itself
Black on black
The ground beneath love
Black on black
The night above love
Black for the seed
Black for the star
Black for the truth
Of who we are
Black is the ground
Black is the space
Black is the silence
that love must face
Black holds the light
Black births the flame
Black gives love
Its deepest name
Dans le noir, pas de décor
La forme tient ou tombe encore
No glitter trick, no coloured screen
No polished mask on the machine
Strip it back, what do you find?
A pulse, a shape, a naked mind
If truth can’t stand when colour is gone
Paint won’t save what was built all wrong
Love sans fard, love without cover
No possession, no perfect lover
No applause, reward or track
Tell me, can your love stand black?
Can it stand?
Can it stay?
When the colours fall away?
Can it breathe?
Can it act?
Can your love stand?
Black on black?
What happens
when light touches black?
Black receives it!
Is receiving
the same as destroying?
No, the light becomes heat
It changes form
Then black does not merely take
Black transforms
Black absorbs all colour
Light transforms, deep wonder
Black receives all colour
The ground of love and light
Every star was born in darkness
Every seed began there too
Black is the ground
Black is the ground
Black is the ground
that births the new
Johnny wore black for the broken
For the tired and the torn
He wore black to honour sorrow
and promise a brighter dawn
Was black surrender?
No, black was love
refusing to look away
Black on black
for the souls refused love
Black on black
for the ones pushed into shadow
Black on black
Love’s protest against injustice
Black on black
until justice walks the earth
Black for the broken
Black for the lost
Black for the hearts
that pay the cost
Black for the hated
Black for the lover
Black for the child
Black for the mother
Love without justice
is only a word
Turn up the truth
Until it is heard
Master of Love!
Why do humans fight over shades?
Why do they rank skin
and divide the light?
Does sharing one humanity
mean sharing one story?
No
One human family
does not mean one human history
Then honour the difference!
Remember the wound
Celebrate Black life
without consuming it
Defend Black dignity
without speaking over it
Love does not make
every colour the same
Love makes domination
impossible
One species
Many stories
One sky
Many lights
No shade above
No shade below
Let every human colour
rise and glow
Noir magnifique, noir radical!
Cosmic foundation, original
Black is brilliance, Black creation
Black resistance, liberation
Black is rhythm carried on
Memory living, never gone
Black is beauty
Black is breath
Black is life
That outlives death
Black is memory
Black is soul
Black is not the wound
Black is whole
Master, when the universe appears black
is love absent
or merely invisible?
Remove possession
Remove praise
Remove fear
Remove the need for reward
What remains?
A presence
Does it demand anything?
No
Does it disappear
when nobody sees it?
No
Then you have found
Love in black
And when the colours return?
Let colour celebrate love
but never pretend
to create it
Black on black
The ground beneath love
Black on black
The night above love
Black is unity
Black is mercy
Black is the cloak
where galaxies burn
Black is beauty
Black is power
Black is the root
Black is the flower
Black for the soil
Black for the sky
Black for the question
that teaches us why
What must we do
Master of Love?
Become the light
by which love
recognizes itself
Become the light
Love recognizes itself
Become the light
Love recognizes itself
Black on black
We find our way back
Black on black
To love, to love
Black love
Black light
Black truth
Black life
Black on black
Love recognizes itself
Love in black
Love in black
Love in black
Love in black
Love in black