The Bindu and Raza
The Bindu is amphibian , moving up
the well of consciousness,
its hundred lives dredged from the ages
or from mystic or non- mystic states
in which the bindu was caught up.
The ages don’t have a sure foothold themselves, are mixed up,
falling over each other as they grapple with this circular
primordial bit from the past.
It changes colour, substance, scale and squats in front
and tells you gently to meditate: both are meditating
Bindu and Raza.
Now it has turned into a small circular bit
of granite, with its veins
running through the history of the planet;
it is not scabrous but is plain and rough
till the waters of the past and waters
of myths run over it and add lustre
till bindu is Brahma
and all else is blotted out.
