A new beginning at each turn, a new life contained in every glance.
swirling spiral, the infinite steps ladder... the apparent modification of the
senses.
With a different set of clothes comes a new mind...or so it seems, then, surprise !
the old one appears again, the incomplete circle, the ladder of broken steps...
same old, same old mind set.
Ahh the never ending game of life....

anjani
frid. nov 9 , 2012   7:00 am

One of my paintings That I finished this week:

It is a painting I made of Hanuman, (divine monkey in India), and I also wrote

a little poem for the painting:

"high in the mountains,

 lost in meditation...

 contemplating the reality of life.

 Living at peace, quiet heart...

 dancing with the immortals."

Anjani

Why do I fool myself?

I know of the passing nature of flesh...

It can also feel the pain of a bullet or the pleasure of sex. 

How long will it last?

how many times before this current shape?

Why do I fool myself

to think this all real

when I know for sure it is just

an empty shell,

And on the other side the light awaits...

anjani

nov.8 2012, 11:11 am

mystic poem

Do not search for anjani...
she is far gone into the realm of dreams...
to places seldom explored.

Do not search for anjani , she doesn't want to be found.