....of dreams

In my dreams I paint like Joan Miro and Picasso,
I speak fluent French and Sanskrit too !
... and not only with the living...

I write epic poems like Homer did,
I hear voices just like Yogis do...
I walk naked like a whore or a Sadhu.

You would be amazed at my skills with
Shaolin poles and tai chi swords,
I play all musical instruments as Yann Tiersen does...

I fly properly all by myself and visit Elan in
his home planet of Essassani.
I swim underwater and jump on the back of dolphins.

Some weeks ago, I saw two moons and two suns...

anjani, june 26, 2013

inspired by
"in praise of dreams"
by
wislawa szymborska

anjani siddhartha essassani zeta reticuli

Mi life...

My life is like a french movie,
mi vida es como una película francesa,
full of nostalgia and poetry...
llena de nostalgia y poesia...

As colorful as Monet's gardens,
tan colorida como los jardines de Monet,
Dramatic as the life of Van Goth and Maupassant.
Dramatica como la vida de Van Goth y Maupassant.

Mystic as Buddha's smile...
mistica como la sonrisa de Buddha...

I remember the exact date when I left mind behind,
the first glimpses of a "past life"…
the turning point of my enlightenment…
But wait ! if time is not real, if all happens in
the here-now, simultaneously …does
future and past cease to exist and become
just another earth game ? ja !
it is said that
Rules of conduct, detachment, renunciation, asceticism—what are these to one, Anjani,who sees the unreality of things, who is the Light of Awareness?
I left behind fools who could never see beyond
the flesh
I may never see them again…and all that is well,
because this present life is made of moments,
and I will always be present in the eternal flame
of life….

anjani

june 19, 2013

Anjani

I laugh at the absurdity of life...
yes, a buddha can also cry.
my tears as genuine as the tattoos in my arms,
yes, a buddha can enjoy the pleasure of sex and
the bites on my back...they take me to faraway lands,
where there is no pain, no words of fools and no silly
mind.
I use my body as the bridge to pass into another
dimensions and leave all all behind.
Friends? don't need any... when I ride the wind I forget
the future and the past...living spontaneously for the moment
that is my game-plan.
you get close to me and think "she is just another one",
just don't  get too close, you may burn your hands...
I am a Buddha full of laughter and yes...even cries...

Anjani Siddhartha
june 13, 2013