The Signals From Clear Distinct Outer Space Through the Eye of the Needle to Commemorate the Great Day for Earth and the Creation

The Signals From Clear Distinct Outer Space Through the Eye of  the Needle to Commemorate the Great Day for Earth and the Creation

Faux-pa-se

Butterfly, Andy Warhol

Butterfly, Andy Warhol

Ro-pa-vi

Cosmic generator of genesis

In the flame of the wings touching the sky

Spiral staircase to the star light

To that childhood infancy

In the Hadron Collider

In the yuramin particle

In the sound baking the emptiness on the reflective stanza

Their feet on the sand washed by the waves

Comes and goes,

The gull dives,

Another granite face sculpted like the moon

Disappeared in the vowel of its indefinite time

Landscapes with Butterflies, Salvador Dali

Landscapes with Butterflies, Salvador Dali

Squared upon a substance

Like the tree of consciousness

Involuting seeds of the original destiny

Camera voyeurs into that d minor open string

Terminating the chaos in the flaxom-terminal

In the Hebrew, in the Latin, in the Arabic and Sanskrit, and the Chinese text-boxes

Lepitoptera the beautiful alien one – how the colours you made were strung into thy songs?

How often do you buzz in the plain air of the free taxtotet memory?

That honey in the sun is courting the winds

Whistles away in the pride of the morning

That darkness is strange and impeccable

The philtre of fire in the water’s osmotic pressure assumes the leaves are green

Oxygen intake is the sap embodiment of the divine felicity

In the roca-walden emptiness of Baquitra Eternal

Cardinal movements taking shape

In the ever heralding time of the prophet

Wishyum sector of the Adi Natha makes glory

With the glorious goldfinches

Singing on the boughs of the silliest one

Time to perform in the order of the day

the long hard road and the terrible bulls pulling

the string of the friction-less mind

in the subjective dybase of the overmental departure

into the robo-nucleon of the ineffable entity

that links the point anonymous to the classical shambhala

non-rational index of grahin-wayuhanon sadhus and supercosmic intelligent beings

are rearranging the cosmic pattern of things

grace coming from shambhala to the earth

through the immobile wave function in the pluxonin terminal

Vecta-ionix realism watching the trend of events baffling the worlds

all shall come as they go to fetch the immortal chalice of life’s preservatives

that one night of the Ka, Kal -Karit ecstatic cycle of things

shall make that into the morning hymn of the superluminal infinity

the goldfinches sing

drowsy they fall asleep and dream

Awake into the hour that’s calling you far  from the other side

time wanders itself into places when there is no time.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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  1. tuli

     /  December 6, 2012

    grace coming from shambhala to the earth…amen!

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