Ditto on the clarification request.

I just stumbled across one of my favorite passages, from a book by Susan Griffin. It's all about 'the light', and it reminded me of this Tribe thread. Here's a beautiful description of "light" (at least, one kind of light):


Woman And Nature: "The Roaring Inside Her"
By Susan Griffin

"We know ourselves to be made from this earth. We are nature seeing nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us, in our inner sight. And yet the blackbird does not fly in us but is somewhere else free of our minds, flying in the path of her own will, in the path of the sun. Sunlight in your eyes.

And the sunlight in the grass enters the body of the bird, enters us, and the sunlight is pouring into my eyes from your eyes. Your eyes. Your eyes. The sun is in your eyes. I have made you smile. Your lips part. The sunlight in your mouth. Have I made the sun come into your mouth? I breathe in your light. I am filled with your light. You make the movement of the earth come into me. The sunlight in you is making my breath sing. Sing your name, beautiful one, I am in you, I am filled with light inside you. I have no boundary, the light has extinguished my skin.

I am perished in light, light filling you, shining through you, carrying you out, through the roofs of our mouths, the sky, the clouds, bursting, raining, raining free, falling, piece by piece, dispersed over this earth, into the soil, deep, deeper in you, into the least hair on the deepest root in this earth, into the green heart flowing, into the green leaves and they grow, they grow into a profusion, moss, fern, and they bloom, cosmos, and they bloom, cyclamen, in your ears, in your ears, calling their names, this sound from my throat echoing, my breath in your ears, your eyes, your eyes continuing to see, continuing, your eyes telling, telling the light, the light.

When I let this bird fly to her own purpose, when this bird flies in the path of her own will, the light from this bird enters my body, and when I see the beautiful arc of her flight, I love this bird, when I see, the arc of her flight, I fly with her, enter her with my mind, leave myself, die for an instant, live in the body of this bird whom I cannot live without, as part of the body of the bird will enter my child's body, because I know I am made from this earth and all that I know, I know in this earth, the body of the bird, these hands, these eyes, this tongue speaking, all that I know speaks to me through this earth and I long to tell you, you who are earth too, and listen as we speak to each other of what we know: the light is in us."