I am a ghost...
I am here and there and nowhere in a mind's wish.

And like a soft breeze, can not be grasped by anyone.

When you thing you got me, I slip thru your fingers,
and just as the light of a Fallen star that you see for just a moment,
but as you blink, it disappears..never to be seen again...


anjani feb 24, 2013

anjani siddhartha in buddhaland

Here it is again...
the feeling of being in a place I can't make my own...
where the rules don't apply to me,
where flesh decays...the continuum of feeding a society that
goes nowhere.
Religions abound...too many buddhists, but small amount of buddhas.
All feeling their grasp of the "truth" is the real thing...ah ! what an illusion...
only if they knew , that this is just a dream world...where you can believe
anything as long as you "think" it is the way it works.
But, as usual, I don't really care anymore...or maybe I do a little
bit...enough to write this silly words..

anjani siddhartha
jan. 15, 2012

Anjani Siddhartha the cosmic, mystic dreamer

Secrets behind secrets...
no veils will cover their truth.
resting in places seldom visited by human flesh,
mansions of pleasure abound waiting for my presence...
9 friends...a thousand lovers...
when you think you know me, I disappear in a cloud of golden dust.
I live in a dream within a dream...flying without wings...
beyond the astral plane...

Anjani Siddhartha
the cosmic, mystic dreamer

jan. 14, 2013

anjani siddhartha

time..seems so real, but it is just a cloud dream...passing above my illusions of living life
as I see fits...
thinking on my own, feeling on my own, not with borrowed words, standing alone in the
middle of a universe I made out of mind-clay.

Anjani the sexy, anjani the guru lady, anjani the one who can see beyond flesh...
ha!
I get tired of living for a moment, of the repetition of waves and light...but then , as in
a magic act, anjani comes alive to play the game of earthlife.

How long will it go like this? it has happened before, in lives long gone...as if
time was real !

anjani, jan. 14 2013

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