The White Robed One Poem by Purnima Arha

In white robes she moved like the wind,
She was there but yet I couldn't see her
I felt her presence when she stopped moving
Like the wind she was
Her stillness was a blow to me.

Her curly waves
Her questioning eyes
Her morning prayers
Her wisdom guides me still.

The empty room squeezes the sobs out of me
The room where she cradled herself
She was an old child
An innocent wise soul
That was a part of me
The part I forgot was even alive.

One day,
She told me not look into a stranger's
Cause they will Rob me of myself.
Now I know
Never to look at myself from the eyes of strangers.
I know that I am me.
Her wisdom guides me still.

She told me the mythical tales
Now I remember none
I want to hear them from her
But I know I never will
This memory of mine has cheated me
It gave away the treasures she gave me
To a time I can never reach.

Yesterday I lost a part of me
A serene, white robed one
Who told me stories of courage
And love and the way life is,
I console myself, she is the wind
She is still now but she Is here
And she will always Be.