From the Spring Vessel of Meta-Trageth Truth to the Uniformity of Art in Life: Arcimboldo to Osho

Spring, 1573, Giuseppe Arcimboldo

Consciousness-Analogue: From The Spring Vessel of Meta-Trageth Truth to the Uniformity of Art in Life

Spring is the zebra-prime vessel of the river-rose. The question, therefore, that lies where flows the river? Incandescent time is the root of the flower, it’s the eleventh octopus of the Hatrivak eternal.

Doors and windows are the only signs through which man learns to speak or act; a freedom is not freedom until he rides the horse of the mega-moun clock. Black is the hour-glass of the blue sky’s brahaman in brahmoun. He is the desire of the nectar of life; shadows are not shadows but the dancing queen of alblackica – her freedom is the arch-gate of a thousand stars; Rome was the remembrance of Bastille. In the abacus of the wind, the Latin verbs are singularly conscious- they rule where they are, their anatomy is the secret of Xecat-Bexas. In the Wecath length of time, the moon is the hanging cross of the dying river:
Replenish thou art thyself in time
Replenish thou art thyself in time
Replenish thou art thyself in time.

Spring is the Zebra-prime vessel of the River-Rose  ( Click to watch the video file/ Taken using Dell Mobile at Pune)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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