Who am I? Question that ponders in all Seeker follows this call Who am I? Where is the answer? Is it in the ashram hall? Is it in the books of the stall? Is it in the mountains that is afar? Is it in the Guru shining as a star? Where is the answer? The answer is in the question itself. It is the identity with which I live It is name and form I give Now, I am a spouse Now, I live in the house, Now, I am a daughter, Now, I am a mother, Now, I am a doctor, Now, I am a donor, Now, I am a devotee, Now, I am a ..... I live with an identity This is my self! Is it real my self? - Obviously not! Identity is the most changeful! It changes every minute, Then, what is the real self? Prepare the soil, Remove the weeds, Add compost and manure, Let the seed germinate... Who am I? Put aside busy living in the world, Put aside ideas that are buried, Put aside customs and traditions, Put aside all concepts and notions, Now, ask who am I? I certainly can say I exist... I am... And I know...
This blog will have poems of Advaita Vedanta