Friday, November 9, 2012

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


Thursday, November 8, 2012


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

Thursday, October 25, 2012

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.