Remnants and Morsels of Light

When I was only a young child I would sometimes sneak away and strip bare and stand in the sunlight behind the tool shed because of the way it felt to be naked in the warmth of life. A little afraid and embarrassed should someone have found me and put back on my clothes. And so I learned very young to conceal yet still participate in being naked in the light. As are we all truly.

There was a peculiar documentary about a woman, strictly orgo-vegan who attempted to live off the sun and weaned away her earthly diet and just basked in her celestial one hours a day. I forget if she wore sunscreen and wonder what her current health condition is in the present. I like to think she was just forgotten about and went the way of light. I loved her in a way. I cherished her for her aspiration. It was a noble intent although considered foolish. To want to be free of harming the manifestations of life in this world much as the Jainists who seek to preserve even the lives of microorganisms, or to embrace our potential as beings more wavelengths of light than merely embraced clay. We speak so much of light in religion and myth; when we do not recognize ourselves as forms or manifestations of light it just seems a gross error in spiritual self-identification.

Intelligence is the feast, not bread and roast meat:
the light of intelligence, my son, is the soul's food.
Man has no food but the Light--
the soul doesn't obtain nourishment from anything but that.

Little by little cut yourself off from these material foods--
for they are the food of an ass, not that of a free man--
so that you might become capable
of absorbing that original food
and become accustomed to eating delicate morsels of Light.

It's from the reflection of that Light
that this bread has become bread;
it's from the overflowing of that rational soul
that this animal soul has become soul.

Once you eat of the Light
you won't be attached to the bread and oven.

~Rumi