THE AURA BLUE

Sky robed the healer,

Restorer of health,

I come when you call me,

Or I come by stealth.

I am the listening silence, 

That speaks to your hurt,

The warm gush of laughter,

I am lighthearted mirth.

I am the gut in your body,

And the seed in your womb,

I am the red in your blood,

And the art on your loom.

I am the teller of stories that rest,

Still born in your arms, 

I bring forth to life,

I am the weaver of charms. 

I am the lingering darkness,

Of your confusion and fears,

I am the subtle brightness,

That shines in your tears.

I am the illumination,

In the core of you’re being,

The hand that guides you,

The sightless. The seeing.

I am the ambiguity you dread,

And the pain that you feel,

I am the cure that you seek,

And I come to heal.
            

 ~Sujata~