
Gopala: The Essential Light of Self-Development , Cranar Avom Quantum Consciousness Non-Dual Virtual/Madubani Folk Art, India
The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge
“An auxiliar light
Came from my mind which on the setting sun
Bestow’d new splendour…”
(Prelude, William Wordsworth)
Bliss is the yantra of Sri Khetra
A self-induced trance-trip into the infinite realms
An opening of closed doors within the walls of human existence
An awakening of cellular consciousness –solar visitation of the moons
The Lord of the creation resides in the haploid gamete
Winged-Buddha of mani padme hum
Vajrayana Vashistha of the starlight kingdoms
A twilight of infant clouds sailing across a vast sea of resources
It sees the mirage in the mirror of its memory
Computes the mystery of the unnamed source
From where all destiny must emerge
Or it’s a dull scene on a stage where actors are dead
A room of despair and a vain glorious epiphany of human error
An endless stream of cycles of the same accord – the past Yugas were a procastination of time
The olive branches on the fading floor

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge
Fallen leaves on an ocean of impulse
Masks of freedom, camouflage retreats
Winds blow that cannot hear the fluting cry
Or feel the feet beneath a grass of mists
Shishirer nupure Sri Angan – Sri Khetra
The dewy laden time is the everlasting hope
A promise of the tetra-foliate diamond night
From the dawn of eternity’s only choice
We shall be the last standing under a broken roof
Under the tree of light, shining back of horses hoof
Utter the last syllables the knower shall know
A moment of great revelation – a para-kranti tandava of all principles of truth
What you see, what you seize, what exists and not
A fiery storm unleashed the Savitur–Eye of the All-Conscient Self
It’s a turning point in the history of death
That thou wilting under the sun shall chant the Hari Nam
And cover the lost spaces that we walk alone towards the origin.
HARI OM TAT SAT
– Joy