The Two Faces of the Fire

The Two Faces of the Fire

We were taught

to divide the heart-

love as sacred,

hate as sin.

So we fight the dark current,

trying to tear out our anger

root by root,

believing that if we scream

at the shadow long enough

it will vanish.

But the mind is stubborn soil.

The more you prune the hate,

the deeper it digs.

The more you starve the monster,

the hungrier it grows

in the dark.

Love and hate

are not enemies.

They are two hands

of the same body.

Love builds the house,

begs the beautiful thing

never to die.

Hate holds the hammer

clears the ground,

reduces everything

to open earth.

They look like opposites.

Nature knows better.

No seed grows

until the soil is torn.

No temple rises

until the ruins fall.

No higher truth is born

until the old rules burn.

When destruction serves

creation,

the hammer

becomes as holy

as the blueprint.

The problem was never the hate.

It was the refusal

to look it in the eye.

Accept the fire.

Stop running

from your own capacity

to destroy.

In that single yes

the war ends.

Hate loses its teeth.

The shadow,

invited into light,

dissolves.

The root is cut.

And love finally blooms

not because it is pure,

but because it is whole.