Elio Guarisco

[tokovan]

She is the Wind
She is the wind that makes the long leaves
Of the new corn in the fields dance
She is the wind that makes the leaves
Of the ‘grass tree’ flutter
She is the wind that makes
The bamboo canes vibrate
She is the winds that brings the fog
From the plains
She is the wind that dispels
The clouds and let the sun shine through
The monsoon clouds
She is the wind upon which
Swallows ride
Whirling toughtless and happy
She is the thin air
That flows through my nostrils
She is the air that gently touches
My face
As I sit on the doorsteps
Of my meditation room
On the Darjeeling hills