Her hair is quite long,
eyes like a buddhist monk…
skin smells like coconut,
her lips as sweet as
cherry pie,
her mind sharp like
a Samurai Sword in
a battle cry.
She will expose the follies
of the unsuspected kind;
Don’t get too close or you
will lose your mind.
She is not tame,
just like a wild beast
roaming free in the
jungle on a moonless night.
She can get lost in wild sex
but just as easy
she falls into Zazen,
breathing softly as a lullaby .
You can trust her with your life,
she is quite the astral warrior,
I can tell you without lying !
Alone she treads in the mysterious
mountainsides,
With the little time left, before this
body withers away and dies,
searched in dark cages for the
meaning of life beyond what sees
the eye… there were not answers,
and there, the secret lies:
Not goal, no here or there, no ears,
no tongue for words, not body, NOT MIND..
that was the answer to her plight !
Her name is…Anjani… and she chants
the heart sutra while dancing:
“All things are empty:
Nothing is born, nothing dies,
nothing is pure, nothing is stained,
nothing increases and nothing decreases.
Gone,
gone,
gone over,
gone fully over.
Awakened!
So be it! “
and she is gone,
gone…
anjani mar 31, 2015
