Who Am I

I am not the name my parents gave me

I am not a university degree

I am not what I seem to be

“Who Am I”, “Who Am I”

Whatever I posses will one day wither

Yet I scurry about hither and thither

I am that which is subtler than ether

“Who Am I”, “Who Am I”

My physical body changes every twenty one days

My mind tricks me in so many different ways

Only my soul cries out constantly and says

“Who Am I”, “Who Am I”

I do not have one identity

Many roles I have played throughout eternity

I ask this always and hold on to my integrity

“Who Am I”, “Who Am I”

There is no one but Me to answer this query

It will be revealed to me when my ego I bury

Reverberating until, with my Source I merge and marry

“Who Am I”, “Who Am I”

I am not my turbulent mind

Which strives to be only one of it’s kind

If I heed it, Myself I fail to find

“Who am I”, “Who am I”

Eons have passed, time is high

My heart is heavy and deeply I sigh

In the guise of happiness internally I cry

“Who Am I”, “Who Am I”

Bindu Vidyadhar

Intelligent Onion

One layer upon another

Many are there altogether

A simple onion never struck me before

That it holds the secret of Life at its core

Equating each layer to all we possess

Vanity as gaudy as a concubines dress

As each layer is one by one stripped

With the sword of intellect, possessions be ripped

The core of the onion seems to be empty

Evident though from here sprouts plenty

Deceptive emptiness, within hidden a shoot

In “Nothingness” Life takes root

“Nothingness” is not empty, creation begins from here

 It is not empty at all as it does appear

Timid hearts will not find out how, the Truth is for the bold

Even in the present moment, liberation exists behold

An onion when cut, brings forth tears

Upon Self Realization the effect is the same, say the seers.

Intelligent is the onion, on this we can ponder

In no-thing ness is every-thing, what a wonder!

Bindu Vidyadhar

Stillness

Never lose touch with the inner stillness

Lest you get lost in the worlds wilderness

This stillness is who we really are

For caste and creed there is no bar.

What is good and what is bad? What is this duality?

Illusions causing vitality

Stillness is equilibrium

In this Time-Space Continuum.

Listen to the silence all around

To the listeners it is so profound

With this stillness when we do connect

Everything seems so perfect.

Life is neither a comedy nor is it tragic

Be still and allow the Universe to do its quiet magic

Time and place; Never and Nowhere

Stillness is when we are Aware.

We only have to be open and properly see

That everything is as it has to be

Nothing really needs to be changed

In time and space we are not framed.

The culprit is not the mind

It is but a naughty child; Be kind

Befriend it and it will succumb

To your charm; It will open up new vistas with aplomb.

Against this stillness the outside world is perceived

As impulses in the brain the world is received

This stillness is the background of reference

Words are insubstantial to express, to this Stillness, my  reverence.

The created Universe is rushing back to its Source

Every unit of matter taking its own course

Can we compare, differentiate or divide?

When All is One, whom do we deride?

The mind is running nowhere on a treadmill

We have to be aware of this and make it still

Breaking away from eons of conditioning

Beyond thoughts, words or reasoning.

The space around us allows everything to Be

The Universe is not all what the eyes do see

What we see out there is not ultimate reality

Simple yet difficult, self created  complexity.

Thousands of possibilities; Each moment is new

No beginning or end, if only we Knew

Awareness disguised as a person

Realize and break free from our conceptual prison.

Physical matter when it is frozen

As mind and thoughts, when allowed to loosen

The same is however always formless

Who we are as pure Consciousness.

Reverberating through the vast galaxies

Every blade of grass and the seven seas

The only One rooted in this quantum program

“I Am”, “I Am”, “I Am” ,”I Am”

Bindu Vidyadhar

March 2009

On Sands of Time

On the sands of time

Write your bad time

On stone though you could

Carve that which is good 

Whenever an eye you cast

On time gone by in the past

Let the sands be clear of woe

It will if you have let go 

Those records sans worries

Are all the good memories

Impetuous to take a step ahead

To discover our lost homestead 

Hold fast onto this thought

On past never to get caught

Unless those times written on stone

Those on sands are not to be shown 

Each pebble on the sands we find

Of good times let it remind

Deny not that time is sand

Slowly slipping through your hand 

Time is forever, time is now

Perspectives differ, that’s how

Time is relative, just an illusion

Cyclic movements around the sun 

On every writing washed away

Waves of hope, fears allay

A bright new light shining through

Beckoning, for us to pursue

Bindu Vidyadhar

18^th Oct 2009

Woman of substance

Threatened men are on the run

The woman is out to have some fun

Scriptures of yore painted her a witch

A mere mention of women gave saints a twitch

Woman agrees that some men are sweet

In a world full of muck they are a treat

When will they see a woman of substance?

Doesn’t she have a role of equal importance?

Come here, tell me, and look me in the eye

Am I not You, and You, I?

Bindu Vidyadhar