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