James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012
”I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes”. – ‘Araby’, James Joyce
The Grail Chalice is the outward symbol of man’s final quest for beauty – the beauty that exists in love, and in life- its that enlightening aspect of self-transformation in things. Without it, life is a sordid cup of sorrow, the artist cannot paint the Madonna of the mind or the Monalisa of the dream. The Buddha is the Christ in the mediation of the cross on the rose of the eternal coin. That coin is the tree of prosperity,the kiss the final wealth to be accumulated by the outpouring of grace – winter harvests the spring of the early descent of the Lord into the monsoon of green vegetation thereby renewing the cycle of life from birth to birth, and from that birth to the rebirth in immortality. The sacred wish is to attain that liberty- the dzochen is the beauty self-preparation for that stage by acquiring the consciousness to enable the process.
Time was the fragment of the stone, Chintamani
Time was the unconscious element flowing in the stream that gives recognition to objects
The quantum wave is the writing on the stone, the scripture of the artist
God whose sacred poetry is the prose of the Stephen Daedalus in the many moments of the light travelling from the point of origin
Sun gods are young in the nubile river of the diction, words afraid of the meta-entanglement are jumping like seagulls into the sea
They cannot see the heavy rock that takes the shocks of the waves transmuting the pain into the litanies of the full moon joy- birth to birth is rebirth and the end is immortality.
To Shambhala, the future is the locked secret of the sweet envisioning
The King can see over the cold Gobi desert
that the world is about to change
as destined in the words of the prophetic oracle
Man is the choice for the next experiment in evolution…
- Joy Roy Choudhury