Just before sunset, we met in a parking lot adjacent to a marshy field. Two field biologists distributed keychain flashlights and stapled sheets of paper covered in squiggles and dashes that looked like alien Morse code, or some kind of ancient alphabet. The task before us was daunting. In the space of just fifteen minutes, and with the light rapidly fading, we had to learn this new language well enough to both understand what was being said and use the same words ourselves in a simple conversation.
Our assignment? Talking to fireflies.
It was the fifth day of a weeklong workshop in nature poetry. Each day had brought its own challenges, from composing rhymed couplets to sifting through the silt of a creek in search of insect larvae. True to the standard workshop format, we had had a lot of discussion – especially when it came to our writing. But this was the first time we had to communicate across species.
The idea with the fireflies was not only to interact, but also to observe and document some of their standard light signatures. It was the middle of their mating season. The marsh where we were standing looked as busy and bright as a nighttime city with the fireflies’ winking green and yellow lights – and we were supposed to join the party.
Most everyone was game for it. Members of our class dispersed in twos and threes off to the field, keychain lights flashing. But somehow I got stuck where I was standing.
If we were really going to have a conversation with the fireflies, I wanted to get past the small talk. How did a firefly experience the world? What was the bug’s-eye view of the marsh? And not least of all – how did they make their light?
As is often the case, there are answers and then there are answers. Back in my room later that night, I trawled through popular science articles detailing the internal chemical reaction that makes fireflies glow. But I noticed that science fails to explain the mystery of their cold light. It sounds poetic, but cold light is actually a technical term for light made without heat. By contrast, our industrially produced illumination has come at the cost of heating our whole planet by several degrees already.
What a wonderful metaphor for the different kinds of knowledge available to us as human beings. On one hand, there is scientific knowledge; valuable in its own way, but limited to mechanical descriptions of the outer world. It stops short of not only mystery but also meaning. Spiritual seekers, by contrast, have access to other kinds of knowledge, inspired by Divine Grace when we are open or empty enough to receive it.
To me this is similar to the instruction given to the bees and spiders that is mentioned in the Qur’an. Maybe it is like an inborn script for living, understood as expressing the essence of one’s potential. A few years ago in Turkey, one of our spiritual friends explained that this is one esoteric meaning of the surat al mustaqim. Someone guided on the path that leads directly to their Source and Sustainer would not only be transformed themselves but would have a transforming effect on everyone and everything around them. In our tradition we are reminded that this is one of the main characteristics of the awliya, friends of God known as saints.
A firefly controls the beginning and end
of the chemical reaction
Says the entomologist
Sounding more Islamic than he knows
In the Qur’an’s terms
insects have their own revelation
A form of instinctual scripture
How else could spiders weave their webs or
as Rumi says,
The bees make a home of juicy sweetness
To the fireflies, Allah disclosed
a different magic –
luminescence of the body
a companion of Rumi
known for her piety and devotion
was laid to rest in Konya.
After seven centuries
when her grave was opened
her body was intact
and the air filled with the scent of roses
light made without heat
Rumi composed a ghazal
in honor of Fahrunnissa
to the firefly was given
a glowing organ
in its body
In her overflowing light, one sigh of worship
Is like a verse of the Qur’an
A crucible for
the firefly controls the start and stop of its light emission
illumination without heat
a miracle beyond our own means
the revelation of the fireflies
the human ummah
burning away the world
with our incandescent desires
Listen to this tale and know
One of the sun’s atoms has met a friend of God