Light is our first-born child and longs to make its home with us while still remaining free. Thus it makes its hearth in each and every living thing but stills its restless urgings through the night. It leaves us our freedom too and walks silently in the darkness so as not to disturb us. So when the embers die down to a glow, it flowers on every bough and honest mind.
This is an image of the path of light which is the being-hood of every living thing. This is light before it has become sentient or self-conscious. It relates to plants and to human beings and animals while they sleep. Light is like the hearth burning low which nevertheless spreads its pattern across everything that lives. We can experience it in dreams and in the deeply withdrawn boughs of the trees in winter. It is like the image of a child coming closer. Only the evergreens stay awake, pure nocturnal creatures. They bend their minds towards the first flowering of life.
Everything in the world is an image of the progression of light. It longs to lay its head on those evergreen boughs and experience with us the stages of growing, flowering and dying. It wants to heal what has fallen from its first pure conception. Do we welcome it - let it in - or present only the bare, frozen surface of our branches? Is nature going to close its doors or remain open to its earthly origins? Nature is ourselves.
Jay
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