Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012
“We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”.
- Ulsses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Consciousness-Analogue
Everything stands before us all:
The star the planets the cosmos and the man
Before we could read the twilight language of the script
There was a time of innocence and faith,
A sun veiled itself behind the tremendous alblackica
Journeying into the mosaic of a supra-cosmic all perceiving eye
That fathomed depths of the ancient pyramidal lights in the voyage across the sea
Ulysses in the happy isles soliloquised with the alpha-neutrinos of the Digitaria
Light in the full moon was the ‘tat savitur varam rupam’
Accelerating in the jahoa-wahoa cave of the creator
In the time of beauty, a moment’s delight was the sacrificial arm
Embracing the sky with the grass and sea
Blowing the conch shell when the cat uttered the first words from Schrodinger’s box
Helium-rei-ravas-neva-neva para-brahman
Zagrib-zagrib light years away- He was not She in the It of Them
It ate the apple and found the god sleeping in the flower of heaven
Dante was criss-crossing the imbha-plane of consciousness towards the eternal fragrance of the undying hours
That was that in the holy spectacle of the cinematic vision
Immobile vast stretching itself to the blind ethereal naught
Homer sleeping in a cradle of laser sunk into that silence of the origins
He saw what he created and cried within in supramental joy
There was a time, indeed, the first flower the sparkle of heaven
Pierced into my soul and the body was taking it forth.
- Joy Roy Choudhury
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/ December 31, 2012The usage of green is appealing to the eyes Monalisa.