Time is the Wind of the River of No-Time: From Thames to Sabarmati

Charing Cross Bridge (Overcast Day)

Painting History: Claude Monet Charing Cross Bridge (Overcast Day) 1900
Oil on canvas. Lent by the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. Given by Janet Hubbard Stevens in memory of her mother, Janet Watson Hubbard (Source Tate Online Gallery UK)

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE: Time is the Wind of the River of No-Time 

(A River Song within the bracket of Non-Time Matter)

Time is the Wind of the River of No-Time (A River Song within the bracket of Non-Time Matter) click to watch (using Dell Mobile/voice-over taken over from Nehru Bridge, Ahmedabad)

Time is the Wind of the River of No-Time. Apples are red when the darkness dissolves the eye of the Sun. The father is the herdsmen of the tribe of the origin, his power is Alblackica is zero and one. He sees the river cross the ferries within the intervals of time and eternity, the winged-horse of freedom is the swan of the Bazuta Eternal.

Sage-Age-Reason is the proverb of the ultimate time, Hari Om Tat Sat (3x)

Man-eternal eats the fruit of wisdom’s horse and the river knows the way, the river knows the way…Ivory shadows are the moon’s pilgrims offering their mind to the Lord of the prayers. Thou cast your light on the river’s flaming arabesques, return them to the sea, to them you owe the beautiful unmanifest, the silent word of offering and love that pass without passing

huang truang mrinumva tavath (3x)

No man is free till he learns to fly, his despair should give rise to evangelical wings that must soar heavenwards into the bodhi-chitta of the primal embodiment, into the habber-brahman of the zeugma.

Tithonus crying like a black veil that masks the mystic octet of the adi param-brahman.

Changes reconstitute the New Order, the living daylights are the purple candles of the burning rose, the blind is the vision of the unblinded darkness, the dead are not dead – a life beyond the stars have culminated in the divine design of the earthly paradise symbolized by man.

He is the war-elephant of the dead horse-king! He is the power and the source of all divinity that do exist or will exist. His alms are the worshipped petals of the fragrant heart of the Mother, to her he prays so she will descend to make good and beautiful all that we know or need to know that do exist since the birth of this creation.

Eos dawns her lover with the peach blossoms of spring, the caesura is the fountain of life; appellations are the white harmony of the ambrosiac fruit that time devours, honor her as immortality waits in the seeds sown in the twilight hours of Alblackica.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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