Poem of the wind

A light shining, between the cracks of my skin.
I wouldn’t mind it at all, if it didn’t blind me within.

A blue coloring, at the bottom of my eye.
I wouldn’t mind it at all, If it didn’t hurt me when I fly.

A shadow sliding, between the edges of my lips.
I wouldn’t mind it at all, if it didn’t cover me like water covers cliffs.

You standing, between the corners of my soul,
I wouldn’t mind it, if love didn’t burn me at all.

A light, the blue,
A shadow, then you,
I’m blind, it hurts
It covers and burns

My skin, my eyes,
My lips , my soul

I’m you.
And I don’t mind it at all…

– Amma