Syd Barrett (6th January 1946 – 7th July 2006)

“A movement is accomplished in six stages 
And the seventh brings return. 
The seven is the number of the young light 
It forms when darkness is increased by one. 
Change returns success 
Going and coming without error. 
Action brings good fortune. 
Sunset”.

- Chapter 24, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967, Barrett, Pink Floyd)

The Plasma of Creative Vortex within the Quantum Juke-Box and the Wonderland Toys of Syd Barrett’s Time-Machine

Consciousness-Analogue

The streets gazed for a lonely hour

Infinite in that  world of self-reflection

Cars pulled the daydream of the sun

Wheeling across empty surface of lands

There are forgotten highways to golden octopus

Tentacles crawled the mirror of memory

Deep within the substance of matter a game of  sorts is played; the grasshopper whirls

The green home becomes pale, indistinct

Extinguished are the sources of light

In the intrepid darkness

The path half known leads to dire questioning  of  the self

Sacred Rock, Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

Where are we going? Who am I?

What light years have we traveled in the lyre of music?

Dipping donuts in the musk tea, the strings are strummed by an invisible hand

We only recognize what we see; the rest is the secret of the Law

Our change changes over the time making us tools to our own machines

“What did you dream?

It’s alright we told you what to dream”.

As I walk and  feel, others as strangers are receding behind me

I think for a while; a puff of dust soon follows the trail of the candyman

Into that musical room where clocks work magnificently well

All shapes and sizes ticking every billionth of a second

In precise geometric configurations

Where time is finally lost  in a Wonderland

A merry-go-round – summer’s trapeziums are winter landscapes of a higher truth

I fell through that tunnel into the other side

Invoking rapidly the sign of my ancient birth

Buttercups dandelions and the mystic fragrance of the emerald shores

Resurrecting my own cause

From a blind nothing of the imperial Absolute

I stand within and cross over the bridge

To end where I began

The journey of the man in a ship of fools.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref:

“What did you dream?

It’s alright we told you what to dream”.- Welcome to the Machine/Wish You were Here, Roger Waters, Pink Floyd, 1975

Jim Morrison, An American Pastoral (1969)

An American Pastoral (1969)

We made a film about words and silence

We made a film about the sound

You and I, repeat what we are

Birth, life, seeing and hearing

To find the word lost in images

And images lost in the field of memory

Finding and failing, in the light, in the darkness

To seek, to recover the first scene

From the udder of a sun-vast recess

When born was Idea in the dawn of intuition

A red flame of the Heraclitean fire

Tonight we shall remake this film

A film that restores the emblem of peace

From nether shadows that engulfed the sun,

From the fear and trembling and the eclipse and death

Driving through New Mexico under the stars

In the night of the Hopi dance around the sacred fire

Long after Kierkegaard’s death

Long after Van Gogh’s and Bunuel’s

All are awakened in the still silence of the Himalayas

und das  Wasser fliesst     

You and I,

Let us go to remake the film.

The Mystic Mountains/Photograph Joy Roy Choudhury

- Joy Roy Choudhury (From collection of poetry” Rains Winds and Cycles, Kindle Edition Amazon)

http://www.amazon.com/Rains-Winds-And-Cycles-ebook/dp/B009HX1S2U

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)

Chapter 24

The Treasure of the World-Chintamani, Nicholas Roerich

THE YUNGDRUNG REPTILE WROTE HER FIRST LETTER TO THE IMPERSONAL TERMINAL ETERNALLY GYRATING AT TREMENDOUS SPEED WITHIN THE BLACK VIGEFOX-PREDESTINY OF THE SACRED REALM (HOLY WORLD CONNECTED TO THE LAND OF HYRULE)

Consciousness-Analogue

The land of the imperial lights

Twilight kingdom with hidden doors

Sacred realm of mirrors connected to Hyrule

Dolma movren gesu nei tra oceanic rest mass meon of the triforces

Language orientation of the sound purifies the heart

To speak with the quantum self, deconstruct the world (The Logos)

Memories broken ring on the caravan across the cold desert

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

I have carried on my back the chaos and awakened consciousness

The supralingual automated typeface of the anointed world

Was my reptilian grammar born from cosmic supergiant star systems

Before the creation in a another realm without the imaginary functions

Indefinite was the cause resting on a virtual point oscillating in many dimensions

That very moment elliptical and sublime

Like the last touch on Michelangelo’s creation

Dawning the begging of mathematical possibilities

Eternal collapsed on the finite surface of zero prefiguring one as the space time inflation

Expanding and contracting, the riddle was the holy spirit of nirvana

On my back I have carried the race and its plaudits

The couriers of kings the golden goddess of the waters

Seven sages, spirits of the holy book and courtesans

My body moved with no beginning no end

Mountains saw rivers, birds the trees

I saw them all collapsing in the material world

Without mind there are no words

My letter is not an empty space filled with unconquered hieroglyphs

Light far travelling became the sound of ‘OM’

Triangularly activating the predestined heart of the occult worship of my signs

I only exist, rest all are drowning or living or dying in me.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT 

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

Consciousness-Analogue

Colours are splashed by the sun’s primal meridian

Evoking the silence of silvery nights

Dim light’s ambrosiac reminiscer of the seas

Over a book of Hamlet, recollecting

Ancient coins, stamps, murals and seals

Time’s prolific mistress Ophelia is drowning

Drowning in the indistinguishable ether of memory

At the bottom of the floor the mosaic patterns mirror oblivion

Unoccupied by the birth of a star or a stream that flows by in

Words are radioactive decay of atoms causing collapse

Silence is the superposition

Thinking allows us to master the universe

In the holy Ajna, the sacred fire is the peacock’s wish to dance like the rain

Darker the clouds lighter the burden of the sinuous hills

And as the peaks coiled like serpent’s tail He Fathered the deep symmetry of the race

Events that become the ground reality of things self-collapsed into one possible nothingness frame

Rest all are mathematical projections of the hyperspace functions

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

The candle doesn’t mark the end of time but eternity

As long as we live as ‘one in many’, in the many fields of the Symbolist Movement

Crossing the frontier with Mallarme and Laforgue

Into the dead analogous world of parallel uncertainties

Paris transfigures

As Rome as Venice

The flowers in the garden

Bringing Her glory of the spring

Nestled in the relative harmonics of simultaneity

Sharp like the knife’s edge in the chill delirium

Voices ringing in the far-off shores

Felt the constant stillness of the soul.

The actor suffers to deliverance

The mob cracks; the walls, the fire

‘THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT’

Far and beyond as near to nearness compelling thy light

To manifest itself in the synecdoche of universal bliss.

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘There is no more firmament’, one-act surrealist play by French playright Antonin Artaud, 1920s

THE INTEGRATED STAR MICRO-PROCESSOR, MONALISA, 2013

The Integrated Star Microprocessor/Monalisa 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

Yellow mysterious river of the sun

Slowly moving tediously

From morn till the bright night resuscitates

Over a thousand years…

Outpouring tea on empty banisters

Frail like the rosemoth alphabets

Dying in a circle

Dying in the trapezohedron

Motionless, a thin destructive interference

Temple of the Tragic Thoth built over with rims of gold

King’s palace, courtyards…asylums

Anonymous occult provision for madness

For Foucault and Germaine Greer and xolpheta Anubis

Against which the moon wept

Seas burnt

Silvering predominantly in distant time and space

Under  Hecate’s gorgeous canopy

Violent trepidation of the silent anatomy of Light

Ashore the Seven Seas

Ages subtract wisdom from fear

Youth is the force in the void

Immortally singing in the simple matrix of fire

Yin-yang zan infinity of tra-tri-tru morphogenesis

The Dance of Kali: Micro-cosmic Space-Time Evolution

Climbing like Sirius over the pale horizon’s roof

Seeking civilization’s only resort

White horses green like the sky

Blue like the throat of Dante’s bird

Flying like Derrida’s spaceship

Far away into ether incandescence…

Despair not

Redeem through my justified hands

The ancient lands

Of waterways sands and rebellious storms

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Photograph: Joy Roy Choudhury, 2012

Hand of God Giving Life to Adam, Creation of Adam, Michelangelo, Sistine Chapel

“God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him” (Gen 1:27)

“Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
…………….

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I’ve been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin’ through Kashmir”. (Kashmir, Physical Graffiti, Led Zeppelin 1975)

Saint of transformation, and the rainbow serpent spirit

Meadows mirrors and picadors

Dews clothed in the tapestry of light

Inviolate gold and rubies of the sea

The circle of man inherits the diadem of truth

Like a cross in every stem the tree gives the flowering rhythm of space- time

From music we have come down the smallest membrane into another paradise

Latent world force and lines in the shape of a crystal locked in the lattice

Holy Feet of the Lord, Roza Bal, Srinagar, Kashmir

Freedom is the soul learning to walk through bodies that breathe

Qui boltan qui no re li qui soma…wave after wave passing the distant point

The sea gushes forth the clouds are transparent anapaests of electrical discharge

The violent storm comes again bearing the burden of the little sprouted seed

Trickles like the silvery star across the motionless palettes of da Vinci

Geometric configurations of the mathematical grid in vacuum posits the new dimension

Purple is blue when the rose is dead like Nietzsche’s god

At the event horizon the mystic journey begins again

In the primeval lila khetra/field consciousness is the prime entity of this whole creation

Never before or after, but always stimulating the future cause with light after lights

Hemis Monastery, Ladakh

Effects bore the sunlight of cause and nights dawned the beauty of its sacred birth

Akhanda prem anu-anga lila- Christ the man in men for the higher evolution of the task-force consciousness

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Pictures from Top: 1. Creation of Adam, Sistine Chapel

2. Holy Feet of the Lord, Roza Bal, Kashmir

3. Hemis Monastery, Ladakh

Padmasambhava

White Light Synthesis: Apogee of the Quantum Self Teleporting Grace-Qubits of  Non-Dual Geometric Consciousness to Earth (Brahman-Grace-Built Matter Ushering Supramental Form)

Om Ah Hum Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Hum (3x)- Invocation to Light – Parallel Universes – earth -meta-earth-inner-shambhala-beyul-realm

Hari Purush Hari Purush Hari Purush (Jay Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu)

Hari Om Tat Sat (3x) – Cosmic interference of Multi-lingual faith with cellular-matter

Consciousness-Analogue: FROM POINT OF NON-DUAL SINGULARITY

Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor, Monalisa, 2013

Whispers of immortality as the grass sings the petals fall

The moon alone in its crescent bower, the sun in its harbour of gold

Worships the occult transcendental force: qua mei ohon karut rei

Triangularly aspiring like the olive branches on the shore

Or like a feather in the wind soft and gentle strains of music flow

Awake to that vibrating spheres’ ethereal synapse

Responsive to the continual emanating patterns of the cosmic grid

Another time in parallel universes the space was exotic matter of negative energy

The blue hides of the quantum self in the dense focal point of anti-gravity

Rivers beam xia-photons the trees are acting as parallel Casimir plates

Flower beds the tremendous force: the cognizant horse of the inner-shambhala

The hour-light waves as fragrance of love de-focus inside the warp-bubble

Magnetic movements of a new system of scriptures are part of a server in the holographic universe

Drunk in the void of nectar the stone generates the new supramental law

From Acrux via shambhala to the valleys of the golden glee

Noah ben Noah silut tat vasishtha Joachim al-farab trivo Shenrab

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

“Time present and time past 

Are both perhaps present in time future 

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present 

All time is unredeemable”. – Burnt Norton (Four Quartets), T. S. Eliot, 1935

‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’/The Hollow Men (1925), T. S. Eliot

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

Poetry is the fractal wheel of fire

Oh friend of the dark star

The monster of light has fed its wrath on the weeping clouds of fortune

To hell the heaven endorse another view

The practical man ashamed of his luck falls on the floor

His month ticks like years pouring dust on empty canals

Light crossed her eyes

Like rainbow in the skies

Soft moist petals over Parnassian waves

Floating like time in eternal caves

There sun has hidden her face behind the mirror

Behind the mirror, behind the black pool of mirror where the spider climbs

Behind the shadow, knowledge claims false apparitions

That was all history confined in that point of prison

Together we ride that wave …fade away

Far…

Come again…

White like the tiger’s brown bosom of the sea

Beneath the tree, in the split of shelter

In the silence of another way

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Come again my friend

Not to lose but to determine

In the hairs of grazing horses

The unforgettable rhythm of the ancient song

How the ordinary is transfigured into intangible sublime

There after the recession where we must all go…

Come again…

Joy Roy Choudhury

Sri Aurobindo

LETTERS OF WHITE LIGHT SYNTHESIS AND SRI AUROBINDO’S  SUPRAMENTAL LOTUS: INTEGRAL HYMN OF COSMIC SINGULARITY AND CONSCIOUSNESS 

Fair mortal of thy hidden source

Sun – The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 201rce

The point radiates around thy elliptic boundary meta-entangled with the occult Imaginary

Within the infinitesimal space-time the cosmological patterns emerge

Consciousness is the key to the creation, it is the creation in itself

All that you perceive is one song that remains the same

Discontinuity is the logo-centric ethos of our sat-chit existence of bliss

The Brahman seats at the centre seeking the multi-lingual ananda of a seemingly separate existence

But all that in the eye of the cognitive seer is just the play of consciousness to make real the virtual and vice versa

Allow the strength in yourself to cross the event horizon towards non-differentiability

A point incarnates a liberating consciousness in space-time

What you see and feel is the stimuli based observation process watching the many interlaced observers seeking consummation

The fruit is also the hidden seed of the tree branching out via the roots of propagation

Material manifestation cannot uplift the race unless they square the equations of the vitruvian man

For that you need non-locality of supramental wave-function collapse beyond ordinary matter correspondence

Letters of white light synthesis can act as the miraculous gift for the mankind

Faith is the lock-n-key that opens the prison of matter for conversion into higher stuff

That light must penetrate the bosom to become the suns invisible in the optic nerve fibre (co-bundler solar occurrence of matter with supramental speed of photonic manifestation/higher sat & chit with co-planer ananda of anti-gravity points)

- Joy Roy Choudhury