From what light does your Enlightenment shine?

There’s white light and black light and red light and green,

A whole spectrum of lights, even light we can’t see

Does Enlightenment shine from the west to the east?

From the back of Greek caves onto statues, into eyes

From Arabian hilltops pouring lighthouse streams?

From within inner stillness where seeds of flame stir?

From philosophe French pens onto the page,

From books to colonized streets of backward rage?

From what light does your Enlightenment shine?

And where?

Does it conquer all darkness, or

Create shadows with its glare?