“Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar
No hungry generations tread thee down;
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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn”.
– Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats.
Consciousness-Analogue
Immortal bird carrying immortal wisdom from the land of Olmo-Lung-Ring
Immortal are the ways of Shambhala
The bird flies in the sacred lair of Noah’s kingdom
Sacrifice the eternity in time
He who doth see the Eternal, knowest thy self
In the miniature of a cosmic bowl
A zero mirrored in the Higgs field, yields another zero and so, on
Engulfing the primordial serpent of Alblackica (shaping the yas-ying-yang through the eye of the cosmic needle )
Rise from the ash and be the Father of the Destiny
Higgs Field, Samij Datta
Form is emptiness, emptiness thy form
Opposing pairs cancel each other
Harvesting the mother face of the dark zero
That encircles the pointless Origignabon of the creation
Numbers fall like proper Frazer-puppets in the laser pool of the cosmic seizure
There is no time, there will be no time
In the red skull of the ultimate sun
In the primal face of the causal machine
In the effect of a hand-will pedestal
The snow covered peaks,
Winter valleys,
And the cold desert
Know that wisdom is covered with mist
And the blue light cone on the feet of the tree
Sings like the stars from a spring night gramophone
Joan Baez
Oceans cradle another moon swaying in the music
And the beaches are strewn by the morning petals
Drawing the fantastic mandalas
That speaks of the Lord in the twilight realm,
In the poetic colours of His infancy
Da di di Dayadhvam Damyata
Krishna-Krishna-Hari Priye
The Ark saved the worlds
As mercy thy time
Those who live forever in the Shangri-la
Let their prayers be like streams flowing to grace the Garden of Eden
In the inner-circle of ala-ala,
The stone is the future of Man,
Adi adi Chintamani
Adi Buddha, Adi Shenrab
In thy Holy Communion of the Christ:
Pete Seger
“Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?” (Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pete Seger)
Man the Absolute, The Aksolute, The Amsolute shall have to enter the next chain of cycles by the contemplation of a free circle point in the san-zero-infinity of things
without the Icarus, the Icarus is empty
Man is empty, empty is man
empty is empty by the primitive subset of logic deduction
all the flowers are empty, non-absolute beauty of the beautiful Sunyata
and the emptiness of forms is the emptiness of meanings
Set zero to Set Zat-Zero-Infinity
Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo
Tat Wat Yat- regulating zero
Yat Wat Tat- regulating one in many
Wat Tat Yat- regulating all possible hyperspace functions that arise from the cause
with invisible wings flies the inner-man
discovers a great aureole round his head
shining like the dark star of the white light
utters unimaginable verses of the ego-less journey
from there to here, from no point of origin to no-beginning no-end:
A KAR A ME DU TRI SU NAG PO ZHI ZHI MAL MAL SO HA…
- Joy Roy Choudhury
