who am I?

Some days 
in the middle of the hurricane,
some days 
after the whirlwind is gone,
a question come to you soaring

Who am I? 
Who am I?

Look!
Horses who have no owners
are retuning from the river
galloping on a roadless road.
their eyes are full of exuberance
and freedom.

So many nights and days later
the answer comes like this:

I am a child within a child
that knows itself as a child.
I am light within light
that knows itself as light.