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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Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring

I- Gnostic Symbol, Samij Datta, 2012

Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring: No-Thing is a Kind of Dimensional Action, wgw-Specific, Time Event (In the Beginning will be the End)

Consciousness-Analogue

River is the source of the ocean beneath the mountains

They assume the shape of a dolphin migrating into the Yungdrung

Sometimes words are just shapeless destinies of many creations

Words are words in the pink fabric of the sky after the dusk light has settled carrying vehicles of rishi angiras

Empty signs are no more the simulacra of minds clothed in reason

They have verified the truth they drank from the cup of the examiner’s chalice

What promise is unfounded in the land of the gods? What crown awaits the final Apocalypse?

Choice is not a question before the bird of lateral freedom; the knife bleeds as much as the flesh

Sitting amidst a ruin of broken prayers he has seen time pass into the dignity of no-thing

Pebbles glide into pebbles rock tumbles and falls into the waters rhyming with the winds

Their natural state can hold infinite realities within the dream of a momentary circle

Silence recovered from sleep restores the meaning of an impossible-possibility

There are no anagrams in the evacuation of space by time in the truth-circle of san-zan-van infinity

The golden light at the hour of the Ark is the only true saviour in the eight-fold mountains

Shantih…Shantih…Shantih.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Anadiutsakendra of Mother in the Delta-Prime Time of Destiny-Creation in the Wega-Wega Alpha-Mirror Sand Particle of Shambhala

 

Shambhala-4, 2012, Samij Datta

The Anadiutsakendra of Mother in the Delta-Prime Time of Destiny-Creation in the Wega-Wega Alpha-Mirror Sand Particle of Shambhala: Origin is decrax Origin in Bramha -Maya-Maya-Sutra

The only M is mother of M in OM

Soma on soma is the river of mercy on Lake Michigan

M is a function of time in the original self-dissolution

Rate of change of acceleration is higher than Frauz Constant on a Gaussian Plane

Dmitri Mendeleev was a prisoner in the mind of Shambhala, look at the orange sun in a black hole in alblackica

Memory card erasure is caused by bliss substance of anti-matter ‘run’on Hun-quark time

Truth is plabintim K in a non-relational sequence of adventure and quest

Allow yourself to dissolve first before you start the condensation in the stars

Immortality is the finitude beyond the normal perception of men

Add year to years in the precious nanoseconds of a birth in the drinking jug of micro-ether gravity

Within the light, life-beyond carries Michelangelo’s night into the para-prakiti utsakendra

Vra-uj-ni ala ala trohim-trohim-sat-hari-om-matter-chit-om

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: 1. Satprem’s book cover art Mirra Alfassa, The Mother.

2. The Star of David, Leningrad Codex

 

Axis Rotation in the South-South Direction ς-6- ς Invisible Range Mass-Meon Orbital Setup: Time Cross Consciousness Alblackica Stone

21-Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

Axis Rotation in the South-South Direction ς-6- ς Invisible Range Mass-Meon Orbital Setup: Time Cross Consciousness Alblackica Stone

Consciousness-Analogue

Twilight’s arms are rested on the church in the anti-matter of the sky
there are no chairs or pedestals or any alter

The sacred trust is in between the words replicating words as words not words

Non verbal speech act of final destiny

Image dimension higher than normal perception

6-sigma-6 inside yaya-chintamani-yaya chakra

t-shambhala belts walking as it walks in bliss-dorpen-sun

The moon is hiding behind the clouds like a leaf in a smoke of air

Time tells eternity to unlock the keys to the kingdom of paradise

Janus-vivi-afa-afa technopolis of the distant stars shining like a red lotus in the Grail chalice of consciousness (Alblackica, the mother of the secret scion in the golden tube of Helios Sanctorum)

Travidh is Travidh is Travidh

Climbing the feet of the earth and rising to meet the eyes

Time Square = 3/2 milliseconds eating factorial sum of parallel universes

Creations are mreations in the synthetic verse of purple matter poise

Reason cannot feed the spoons that stir your coffee or tea

Nor can the abstract logic of many super scientists on earth

All lost in a game of maze that has no gateway but only turns and bends

Swift step into the air and become the indivisible guardians of immortality

Yera-huyatit-neyunkav α prime position of the shot on β-0 domain of supreme A1 Realism

Dbh789-veta-axo-yurik987 on plabintim circuit of the creation

All’s well that ends well!

-Joy Roy Choudhury