Tagore and Einstein, July 1930
RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 151st Birth Anniversary, 9th May, 2013:
GITANJALI AS EXPRESSIONS OF UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS AND THE NUCLEAR SUBSTANCE OF SURRENDER TO THE PRIMA-MATRA OF CREATIONAL EXISTENCE
Consciousness-Analogue
Substance forms the soul, the soul is substance
It splits into object and subject
Floating in the naked veil of consciousness
Unwrapping its own continuity
It’s own sense of the magnificence of time and space
Captured like a needle-in-haystack moment of our history’s invariant ‘now’
Beauty resides in the sleep of eternity’s wakefulness
Rabindranath Tagore and Divine Mother, Japan, circa 1917
Aboard the quantum magic of the self containing ‘I”
Arose the sweet sharp call of the nuthatches
Desiring the sun’s womb in the cold gesticulation of matter’s open converse with the spirit
Songs are qubits with a special geometric Fibonacci alignment of their internal data -structures
Rhythm is the mother of all verse
Dance is the metaphor of silence procreating the non-silent hymn of humanity (distinctly non-local!)
Creating masterpieces that become frieze in the collective memory of our race
Struggle of the entity can only show us the long road to the ‘hiranyagarbha’
together: our tomorrow is brighter than the childhood of the sun
An honest submission like a speaking tree worshipping the sacred fruit as its koan
Disseminated across miles of green yards and blue harvested seas
Like a possibility within the eternal frame
Watching all that passes by second after second
Dissecting every acts of consciousness
The field of the actor is the Higgs-Field
Lila is the quantum derivation of the self from multiple selves
One is two in every two of one
Nuclear submission of Git-Anjali to the creative vortex of fire
All planets and stars are gyrating round it – spinning in half
I give letters to your words, light to your eyes without being recognized
The unrecognizable point in the creation is hrahum velta-brazuip virtual
As the hammer drives the nail, the lightning strikes
Thunder wears the ragged clothes of the rain
Darker clouds collapse making streams flow like the unending music of the labour of our fruit
Visions appear that encapsulate the syllables of Savitri
Ya Etad Vidur Amritas Te Bhavanti
“Those who realize him, transcends the limits of mortality-
not in the duration of time, but in the perfection of truth.”
- Joy Roy Choudhury
Ref: ‘Those who realized him,…in the perfection of truth”. ( The Religion of Man, Rabindranath Tagore)
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