Messages on ‘Adi Guru Purnima’: The Tidal Effect of the Full Moon Generating FerroMagnetic Oscillations within Cellular Nano-Structures to Optimize High-Energy Post-Quantum Vibrations

Wall Graffiti Anandamayi Maa Ashram Varanasi Photograph by J

Wall Graffiti Anandamayi Maa Ashram Varanasi Photograph by J

Yellow full moon  guru purnima

Yellow Full Moon Guru Purnima

“I am Shiva

 Nothing arises in me, 

 In whom nothing is single, 

 Nothing is double, 

 Nothing is , 

 Nothing is not! 

 What more is there to say?”

– From Astavakra Gita

           

 

“Asato ma sadgamaya

Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya

Mrtyorma amrtam gamaya”

Lead me from the asat to the sat.

Lead me from darkness to light.

Lead me from death to immortality.

(Brihadaranyaka Upanishad — I.iii.28)

“The guided tour/I am a guide to the labyrinth        

Hara Gouri Bhander

Hara Gouri Bhander

city is inside of body made manifest

meat organs and electrical

power plants…

…………………

give form to the passing world 

Freeways are a drama, a new

art form. Signs. Houses. Faces…” 

– The Guided Tour, Notebook Poems, Jim Morrison

Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky Walking in the Ghats of Benaras circa 1962

Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky Walking in the Ghats of Benaras circa 1962

The pendulum swings left and right

Om Namah Bhagawate Kalipadaya

Om Namah Bhagawate Kalipadaya

Passes the mid-point of oasis

Where thirst for knowledge must relinquish its desire

And find the caveat of time in the soothing sensation of love

Pulse that automates a being of light

Nourished the limbs with the 5 elements of nature

The movement of hands, the rolling of tongue

Eyes and ears walking past every image captured in tinted films

Memory is like a vast ocean churning waves that climb up and down

They are falling still under the monsoon clouds

Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj with Mt Kailash at the back Satyalok Ashram

Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj with Mt Kailash at the back Satyalok Ashram

And the boat gliding across merrily

Singing songs that are forever new

Tracing their origins to Philomela

To the skylark

To the bhajans of Kabir

And Tulsi Das

To the flute of Hari Prasad Chaurasia

And the shehnai of Bismillah

Evoking jazz trombone on the 1st steps to Kedar ghat

Coffee brewing in Cafe Paradiso

Thoughts that glanced at thoughts

Sprinkled the river with twinkling stars

Sri Anandamayi Maa with Little Gopala

Sri Anandamayi Maa with Little Gopala

Mesmerized the footsteps of light and shade

Bearing B/w photographs of history’s innumerable travelogues

They are offered now to the Lord of Brihadaranyaka

Today,

Tonight,

The gramophone, iPhone

Through all ceaseless network noises

His Master’s Voice speaks

Like a drop of ethereal water

In the oceanic universe

Alone it speaks

And speaks not

Continues

Inside the Room of Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur, Varanasi

Inside the Room of Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur, Varanasi

It’s never ending loop

Music played

To the silent eardrums

The cells are infused with energy for renewal

Sishirer bindu hate matri hriday spandan sparsho kare bharatbarsho ke

Ebong taha hate srishtir gati nirdharito haay

Light to light

Darkness to darkness

Beyond both in between the time interval of 2 nanoseconds

The rasa is played by the union of bramha-shakti (Brahman & Shakti)

At Sri Bijoykrishna Goswami, Gosaiji's Ashram the Main Vigraha, Varanasi

At Sri Bijoykrishna Goswami, Gosaiji’s Ashram the Main Vigraha, Varanasi

For those who are wise without wisdom

For those who know without knowing

Like a boat on a river

Forever arriving and waiting

An act of ananda by divine decree

Touched the soul in many ways

Bhimpalasir mridanga khethre suryer taposh chandrer bayokaner madhesthale

Rupobramher arati kariachey

Tai jege uthe naam

Maha-naam

Kirtaner mohonay sri chaitanya swarup apurbo naad ninadito haay

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”

“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”

“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”

In between the ghat and the river,

There is no separation,

Each in its own way

Is the consummation of an activity (process/kriya)

In an ocean of void

And Love is the Ocean of Rasa…

“The child of the Void shall be reborn in God,

My Matter shall evade the Inconscient’s trance.

My body like my spirit shall be free.

It shall escape from Death and Ignorance”. (Book V:The Book of Love, Canto III: Satyavan and Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

– J

Mother and Sri Aurobindo Last Photographs by Bresson

Mother and Sri Aurobindo Last Photographs by Bresson

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Werner Erhard’s The Transformation of a Man and the Art of Doing -Without-Doing: Corporate Aesthetics and Post-Quantum Feedback Loop in Retrocausal Zen

D.T. Suzuki Photograph

D.T. Suzuki Photograph

A moment too soon         

Zen Painting Japan

                            Zen Painting Japan

Vapors smooth

Combing its back

Reaches out for that void

Unknown entangles the known like tea dreaming to be drunk

From empty pots and vessels

Filled with sunlight in a bowl

Seeds that will germinate 

Flowers, rivers and oceans 

And granite mountains crumbling to dust

Picked up by the winds 

Wayfaring across the boundaries of sleep and awakening 

Into time tunnels retrocausally active 

Jumping like a cat out of Schrodinger’s box

Neither alive nor dead

A non-dual existence above the rest       

I'M With You In Rockland Allen Ginsberg

I’M With You In Rockland Allen Ginsberg

Playing a miniature part

In the grand finale 

Nose, ear, eye undifferentiated in the spectrum 

Why are there beings at all, and why not rather nothing? That is the question.

“Technical knowledge is not enough. One must transcend techniques so that the art becomes an artless art, growing out of the unconscious” – D.T. Suzuki

“Nothing acts of itself -there is no such thing as an Agent. Action is the nature of the whole thing and it appears as it were in one place in relation to stillness in other and so on…” -Alan Watts 

“To take a stand for the future is to bring forth a new opportunity, not one derived from the past, but an opportunity created from a future to which we give ourselves. – Werner Erhard /Interview with USA Today, “Mankind Must Find a New Self Awareness”, Dan Neuharth and Miles White, December 14, 1982

Hands, legs, brain undifferentiated in the spectrum      

Alan Watts and DT Suzuki

Alan Watts and DT Suzuki

Only spectral lines 

Only fluctuations in the artist’s mind

A web of life interconnected creating non-equilibrium dissipative structure

The  old  custom

From  its  bag  of  promise

Gives  wisdom  beyond  happiness

Inward walking

Dimensions seek themselves

Stay fresh in the morning dew

Your teacups are dreaming the warmth of the stove

Awakening is  an act of making the tea.

-J

PS: Why are there beings at all, and why not rather nothing? That is the question. – Martin Heidegger

Delete the Past, Future not an Accident and the Present is the Representation of the Soul: Tapovan Katha and the Higher Dialect of the Brahman (C-i = Null Time {t=0; i-infinity}

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Delete the Past, Future not an Accident and the Present is the Representation of the Soul: Tapovan Katha and the Higher Dialect of the Brahman (C-i = Null Time {t=0; i-infinity, C- Consciousness}

In a state of deep solitude one attains entanglement with the universe

The prana in Him is the life-force of the cosmic-soup from which electromagnetic condensation of matter will take place

In every fractal space time nullified

The pure essence is the vibration of his being

A haloed silence replicates the solar dimensions innumerably in a hyperspace

Each knotted string carrying the ethereal melody

Yellow Flower

Yellow Flower

Nature’s seasons will bear the fruit of ‘tapovan katha’

Hriday hate sur

Gagane matoyara

Mayabi rupe jankar

The dreamer dreams knocking on heaven’s door

Wakes up to find himself alone

And his reflections bearing the myriad interactions in space-time fabric

One bright star

Yellow flower on a grassy bank

Time’s perpetual flow is diminished

Allen Ginsberg in Varanasi circa 1963

Allen Ginsberg in Varanasi circa 1963

By the arrival of winds

Singing bowl

Stupas of vowels

Connecting consonants

Rise and fall

The relic means it all

Delete the memory of the past

So future is not an accident

And the present is the representation of the soul

-J

Downward Causation and Unitary Upward Causation as Applied Field of Consciousness to Enter the Dharma Gate of Non-Duality in Everyday Life: Fragrance of Spring Lapping on Ganga (From Varanasi)

Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky at Varanasi circa 1963

Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky at Varanasi circa 1963

 

Rooftop breeze dry mist                                                        

Protostar is an early stage of star formation

Protostar is an early stage of star formation

 Smell of river ash

Old clothes hung across thin wires that hide the sun

Handful of crumpled papers –ration slips

That were pocketed and lost and now scattered elsewhere

Thin numbers born out of the skull

Added and subtracted consuming space and time

Repeated in history over many incidents

That guide us through narrow by-lanes             

Divine Mother in Japan circa 1920

Divine Mother in Japan circa 1920

Taking photographs of old minarets and temples

Somebody moves on the floor

Crippled like a fragment of broken glass

Blind without symmetry

Utterly playing the strange role cast out for him

He might kiss the penny as a token for life

Or spit on it with disgust

But never doubt the struggle he confronts

To create and execute what the universe is

Fending it off

Through his loathing and suffering

And misunderstood songs which he sings relentlessly

At evening when the sun is slow going by the river

Riding the boat in eternal trance

The light that shines through                         

White Lotus photograph credit Greg Hume

White Lotus photograph credit Greg Hume

Is far greater than what we receive

We give more or less              

And fail to consider the light for all

And all for that light the proscenium is full

Impersonating the macabre violent misery and bliss

For a touch of personal invincibility

From which all great souls are born

That makes existence what it is

Fragrance of spring lapping on Ganga                     

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy: Tapoban Katha

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy: Tapoban Katha

Endearing colours of a new day

And steaming chai on the concrete steps

Gave thoughts to constellations on a blank space

Making the protostar swell like a bubble in the void

And the old man fell asleep

Night’s blanket was warm beneath the clouds

Tomorrow it may rain, it will…

“Recognize the right direction

In which history should proceed

Joining hands as kin
Beyond the differences of
Race, nation or class
Let us, with compassion
Vow to bring to realization
Our deep desire
For emancipation
And construct a world in which
All can live truly and fully”. 

– Recognize the right direction …truly and fully” -From ‘Vow of Humankind’ explaining the nuggets of Vimalakīrti Sūtras /A Mahāyāna Scripture

-J

 

From the American Highway to the Sacred Sun Temple at Konark: Dance and Quantum Kriya of Teleportation /Zinal est et turiya

Allen Ginsberg at the Konark Sun Temple circa Nov 1962

Allen Ginsberg at the Konark Sun Temple circa Nov 1962

‘The world is ready for a mystic revolution, and the discovery of the god in each of us’.

– George Harrison   

Jerry Garcia Poster

Jerry Garcia Poster

‘For me the lame part of the sixties was the political part, the social part. The real part was the spiritual part’.

– Jerry Garcia

‘There are things known and unknown and in between are the doors’.

– Jim Morrison      

Jim The Lord of the Eden Reprise

Jim The Lord of the Eden Reprise

 

The radiant phalanxes of the sun are the branches of an old tree in the tapaban

The wheel of fire is the wheel of fire in the non-time essence of Savitri’s beauty

She kindles from the point

The point circumambulates

Creating an event horizon

Word images are clothed or shielded

Inside them a pervading silence twists and bends space-time

We only convey outer feelings and brand it as experience

The world of material existence has no experience unless consciousness collapsed them

Then, what deep down is consciousness?

It’s not thoughts and emotions

It’s not a force or an interaction (it’s not gravity’s child or a quantum gravity occurrence)

It’s not singular awareness or multiple simultaneous awareness

It’s not being or non-being neither both

It’s an occult hyper-connective zinal es et turiya (a kind of signal that connects everything)

The tree lives in the stars and the stars are in the fruits consumed by me as the juice of that all-blissful ability

{TIME IS THE DIMINISHING SONG OF THE MAGIC LANTERN (SUPRAMENTAL EAR)}

{REST IS THE REST AMINO MOTIONLESS TRACK ON TRACKLESS LIGHT!}

{BY THE LAWLESS DIVISION THE ANT ATE THE LEOPARD /MIRRA ALFASSA -SPEECH-BACK-POLICY}

{THE WEIGHT OF THE ELEPHANT IS LESS THAN THE WEIGHT OF THE FROG (NEGATIVE-HEART-OPENING)}

{EVERY MORNING IS THE NIGHT OF A RAINY SUMMER MAKING WINTER BENEATH THE TOE (LOW-MUD-ESSENTIAL-FORMLESS-SEASON IN HELL)}

Everything is born from it

Jerry Garcia

Jerry Garcia

Everything dies into it

It projects from it dimensions or states of existence

The soul at sun birth in the eye of the supreme seer called para-brahman

Saw involuted in it, the manas-putras and devas who wrote Vedas and Upanishads

It saw kal-bairagya and the essence of maha-kal tattva

It then added nothing and subtracted ALL

AND IT WENT BACK TO CONSCIOUSNESS AGAIN

THIS IS THE SUPREME REALIZATION AT EVERY LEVEL OF EXISTENCE IN THE CREATION

THE PARA-KSHETRA IS THE FIELD OF CONSCIOUSNESS

DON’T BE BOTHERED BY FORCE-FIELD OR MATTER-PARTICLES

JUST PLAY WITHIN WITH CONSCIOUSNESS

‘IT’S THE SAME STORY THE CROW TOLD ME,

IT’S THE ONLY ONE HE KNOWS.

LIKE THE MORNING SUN YOU COME

AND LIKE THE WIND YOU GO…’

 

 

– J

 

In The Home of the Blessed: The Journey from Brahman to Brahman on the Appointed Path of Bliss (Void Walking and The Supreme Ecstasy)

Allen Ginsberg in Calcutta circa 1960

Allen Ginsberg in Calcutta circa 1960

 

 

“I’m an old man now, and a lonesome man in Kansas

but not afraid

to speak my lonesomeness in a car,

because not only my lonesomeness

it’s Ours, all over America,

O tender fellows—

…………….”

(Wichita Vortex Sutra/Allen Ginsberg)

 

 

 In The Home of the Blessed: The Journey from Brahman to Brahman on the Appointed Path of Bliss (Void Walking and The Supreme Ecstasy)

Sri Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath- The Great Naam-Avatar

Sri Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath- The Great Naam-Avatar

Flowers wake

Eternal turn

Morning mists

A wet vermillion sun

Wrapped in the tapestry of skies

Falls chanting into a sea of love

The whole earthen floor

Under the feet of the Lord

Is blessed by His breath

Caressed by His touch

Gentle in amorous air

Becoming the great Self hidden in things

Waking from a mysterious dream

Leaves poured their dangled green

And dews sparkled like stars

Gathered ecstasy in honeycombs

For a sweet incantatory spell

Around a ring of fire        

Where water falls

Into a great ocean called the void                                                                          

Lord Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu

Lord Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu

From that it came, to that it must go

Time’s passage to eternity

Or eternal moments in the gyre

Brahman in Brahman is the magic point everywhere

Creating what it destroys and preserving the essence of the creation (Sristir Adi Lagne Utshav)

Through unmanifested energy in manifested forms

And in that bliss is the cause behind the great action of the universe

Ek anander maha-sagare

Karmer brikhyo phutiya tole phul

Gagane gagane aloketo sugandher sristi

Nirban labh karechey shei maha-prantare

Hare-Krishna Hare-Krishna

Krishna-Krishna Hare-Hare

Hare-Rama Hare-Rama

Rama-Rama Hare-Hare

Ei path, oi path ek e je path

Maha-samudre meshechey tar srot

Omkar hate savda                                                                                                                      Jesus

Jyotir sree padma

Maha-Karuna joge (the yoga of great compassion)

Adi Nath Dhoni

Spandito haay kale maha-kale

Chetonar garve janma dey

Satyer baikunthamani

Sanatan tar dharma

Brihat hate khudrotama ek gatishil kriyar ananda ucchash.

 

“A lone man talking to myself, no house in the brown vastness to hear

imaging the throng of Selves

that make this nation one body of Prophecy

languaged by Declaration as Pursuit of

Happiness!

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

I call all Powers of imagination

to my side in this auto to make Prophecy,

all Lords

of human kingdoms to come

Shambu Bharti Baba naked covered with ash

Khaki Baba fat-bellied mad with the dogs

Dehorahava Baba who moans Oh how wounded, How wounded

Sitaram Onkar Das Thakur who commands

give up your desire

Satyananda who raises two thumbs in tranquility

Kali Pada Guha Roy whose yoga drops before the void

Shivananda who touches the breast and says OM

Srimata Krishnaji of Brindaban who says take for your guru

William Blake the invisible father of English visions

Sri Ramakrishna master of ecstasy eyes

half closed who only cries for his mother

Chitanya arms upraised singing & dancing his own praise

Albert Einstein with Dutch Astronomer Mathematician and Physicist Willem de Sitter circa 1932

Albert Einstein with Dutch Astronomer Mathematician and Physicist Willem de Sitter circa 1932

merciful Chango judging our bodies

Durga-Ma covered with blood

destroyer of battlefield illusions

million faced Tathagata gone past suffering

Preserver Hare Krishna returning in the age of pain

Sacred Heart my Christ acceptable

Allah the compassionate one

Jaweh Righteous One

all Knowledge-Princes of Earth-man, all

ancient Seraphim of heavenly Desire, Devas, yogis

& holymen I chant to—

Come to my lone presence

into this Vortex named Kansas,

I lift my voice aloud,

make Mantra of American language now,

…..” (Wichita Vortex Sutra/Allen Ginsberg)

 

 

Maitreya Buddha

Maitreya Buddha

Every point of occurrence

Every event

Action inaction

Dual non-dual

Shristi Sthiti Pralay

All are innumerable configurations of my states of existence

To that you may turn your vision

A guide to the Eternal Home of the Blessed

Entry: Hari Naam Sankirtan Lila

Exit: Bodhisattwa Vishwarup Anu-Anga Lila

 

 

– J 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sri Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur

Sri Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur

 

 

From the Unified Field: Brahman is Hermitian Momentum Space Interest (Prelude to the Pure Offering by Brihadaranyaka!)

Hydrogen Jukebox

Hydrogen Jukebox

 

From the Unified Field: Brahman is Hermitian Momentum Space Interest (Prelude to the Pure Offering by Brihadaranyaka!)

Aham Brahmasmi. (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad 1.4.10) – I AM BRAHMAN

Brahman  is  Hermitian  momentum  space  interest        

 Brahman  is   the  bound  logical  inference

 Brahman   is  the matters’  supreme  experiment.     

Shanka-Kshetra-Sri-Ksetra

Shanka-Kshetra-Sri-Ksetra

 

Perception  in  the  delta  double  well

 Concentration  over  manifestation

 Bringing  the unthinkable  particle

 Close  to  the  drop  of  nectar

 By  the reciprocal  conditioned  blindness.

 

 Realization  and   its  mathematical  density

 Reading  the  measurements  behind   the  expression

 Dissolves  zero  in the  ground  state  energy

 Revolving  round  the  orthogonal  time.

 

The Unified Field of Consciousness: A Field is a translational capacity of the creatrix’s mind to withdraw itself into a poise called the Maha-Pralay Sthiti which accounts for the driving mechanism – ‘ananda nrtiya’ (the blissful dance) that gives essential attributes to all these by quantifying the measurement process through observation. In that state of complete poise, dynamism cannot be upheld unless there is strong cohesive awareness b/w the Creatrix’s Mind /Chit and the Field through the process of ‘ananda kirtan’ which is the observation – the Field gets activated by consciousness that can from its book of revelation construct space-time habitual cyclical patterns of qubits to self-construct a virtual multiverse which in turn can manifest giving opacity, transparency and plasticity to things according to their relational resemblance to the Field.

Two table spoon of honey comes from the Field

The honey catchers collect what the bees have stored in the honeycombs and the bees gathered them from different flowers that produced nectar through complex biochemical processes and so on…In this chain of processes, the things unchanged are the golden yellow colour of the honey drops and it’s sweetness – in fact, colour taste, viscosity and name came from one unified source then got differentiated into different properties based on their material manifestation – one drop of honey is the sat manifesting the chit through ‘ananda’ – it gives pleasure to us, to the bees and to the honey collectors.

The causal substrate for honey must emanate from the same source which produced the leaves, the flower the bough and it’s seeker, here, the bees and men. Because all can be translated into one unique diagram that integrates them by creative ordering of pairs through time-link and space-link in a fabric that comes out from the virtual design in the field of consciousness.

 

If stars are created, then there will be galaxies too

And a universe

Suns will have planets round them some gaseous and others watery or with life in them – these are simultaneous processes in the Field

Remember! The Creatrix thinks once and observes once- the Field can do the rest – Consciousness is the conscious agent of the Creation

If you take a photograph of the mountains – you also create admirers of that photograph – associative index is always infinite that’s how the creation revels in its basic fundamental complex unity. Separative consciousness has no existence except that we are individuals with our own set of habits (name, taste, colour etc) which are differentials on the surface but integrated with the Source/The Field.

Madhur gagane          

Ananda milane                                     

White Conch Shell or Tibetan Düng Kar by Artist Kalsang Nyima

White Conch Shell or Tibetan Düng Kar by Artist Kalsang Nyima

Akash pradip jwale

Nivrtti paramatman

Bajay Sankhya hriday dhani

Ananta bakhye parlay kakhye

Bedonar phool hayechey madhur

Starlit sky

Where we lie

Radiance of the Eternal flame

Self emerge and sing

The song of the rainbow heart

Crystallized the sacred conch

Fossilized on the shore

Or on some metric dream

Hanging like a drop of honey

That raised the dead from their sleep

Deep within material reality

The unknown unmanifests the manifested world

And we float on the surface of things

Till we learn not to drown but swim

And embrace the light sweeping the shore

That has rich meaning of our destiny

Our small beginnings gloriously certify           

Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu Sepia jpg

Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu 

Where there is a will, there is always a way!

 irihomfa…the poetics of life is not Aristotelian 

it’s address is distinctly non-local

speak to the old banyan tree

offer your love

your prayers

strange words are resting in its shade

a long journey ahead

and the leaf offers solitude

the branch offers strength

and roots help you clutch the thoughts

to weave a circle around

above the ground

soul’s question

answers the body

garlanded by honey

till dusk falls and they drown in ecstasy…

– J

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Retrocausality and the Return Car Festival: The Strange Charm Ways of the Quark-Anti-Quark Digesis of the ‘Uhurupa’ (Tat Twam Asi – gratyu self 1/2 integer spin)

Srila Prabupada and Allen Ginsberg

Srila Prabupada and Allen Ginsberg

 

The Retrocausality and the Return Car Festival: The Strange Charm Ways of the Quark-Anti-Quark  Digesis of  the ‘Uhurupa’ (Tat Twam Asi – gratyu self  1/2 integer spin)

Thoughts weaving thoughts making senses           

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Subhadra Folk Art Orissa

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Subhadra Folk Art Orissa

Poetry interweaving fabric of space time bending

Events occur, concur in a landscape of uhurupa

This cosmic multiverse is uhurupa

It’s the bhiksha-patra of the being

All existence confined to uhurupa

It projects out of it, void and substance

After a long hard day, the uhurupa earned the sky and the rains

Then the sea and the rocks

Then land and shores, gravel and sand

Then a nestling branch, timber and flutes

All that he earned by begging and begging…

The sun closed its eyes,

Evening paroled the swiftness of its rhythm

Is it now time to go back home?

Is there anyone at home?

Form gave formlessness

Substance emptiness

Uhurupa was the absolute answer

It’s the bhiksha patra of all beings

It carried on its shoulder the meaning of all things

It’s the literal landscape of the evolutionary enlightenment

From Buddha to Aurobindo – all a point on this begging bowl

You beg with yourself and earn some points                                                                           

Buddha Bowl 1883 Lithograph Calcutta Museum Source The Times of India

Buddha Bowl 1883 Lithograph Calcutta Museum Source The Times of India

Inhabit a dot space in this grand exo-architecture

But only with and within yourself – that’s the key to this trade de equality

Someday you earn a bowl of rice

Other days your skin is burnt like the sun

And you jump into the river like a log of wood

Become boat on a river

Feeling free

Verse like

A positron backwards in time

Touching mountains of past and deserts of eternity

And the wilderness that you confront is there…

I am speaking to you from the xon-co-rupa

Everything you see is me

It’s the uhurupa …dancing in uhurupa to become the uhurupa

Here…there, everywhere

Just beg within yourself the true light of destiny                                

Jim Morrison in Mexico circa 1969

Jim Morrison in Mexico circa 1969

May the bowl give you the substance you need

And love to feel the Absolute

May the power reside in your words and transform and heal

The rainbow sneaks through the clouds

‘’ It’s the time that has come again’’

                     

 – J

 

 

 

 

THROUGH THE WORM-HOLE: Earth is Entanglement-Aura-Rotating-Towards-Heliogram

Jim Morrison Immersed in Writing & Reading circa 1969

Jim Morrison Immersed in Writing & Reading circa 1969

The earth is yin-yang yantra assemblage point…

The earth is transformation point spinning on a quadro-centric vortex…

E-A-R-T-H = Entanglement-Aura-Rotating-Towards-Heliogram

A deep valley

Glides into the umbra sheathing the watering hole     The Tao Symbol

A thousands steps into the rocky face of the earth

She hears the leaves fall, the flowers bloom

And weave around the placenta of time

Embryonic self, soft and childlike

Throbbing in the heart

Glittering in the rainbow

Pains it absorbed

Gushing streams of light

Poetry’s magical vision

Strangely sublime

Shaking unknown hand of a true friend

Distant and star-like

Summons from the other world

Invoking thoughts unmanifest

Circumambulation on the lateral surface

In an almost sinuous spiral

The sun toward the earth

The moon toward the earth

The earthward sun

The sunward moon

Stars gallop                                                 Wild Horses of Mongolia

A thousand horses

Freezing on her ancient skin

A being of joyous ecstasy

Fool’s paradise crowns the king of the world

And through her warm nurturing charm

Ages have passed in manifold ways

Grasshoppers fly

The sages and wasps

And the caterpillar

At the end of the protean dream

Knows not the pulse ringing in emptiness

Butterflies in South Florida

Butterflies in South Florida

 

But sense the unknown psychic vibration

One day it too will dance, recreate

And bear the imprint of flight infancy

Through the worm-hole

Trade secret nature’s boon

She is yin in yang

Yang in yin

Transcending both, levitating

No-way is the other way

Of the end and the beginning

The river laughs

Flowing tediously

Labouring like the yoke

And garden grew on its sides

Palaces, courtyards and mansions of kings

Jim Morrison Reading Allen Ginsberg's Planet News circa 1970

Jim Morrison Reading Allen Ginsberg’s Planet News circa 1970

And democratic tongues lapping on the shore

Of private lords and anonymous gods

Who threw themselves on seas

Drowning like Poseidon

Or on the endless fire

Rejoining the pyre

To scribble dots

Awaken a newborn

Or the dead

In the valley

Where bones chuckle like imposters

Roosting the anthem of human liberty

From the bondage of claims that history learned

In the kindergarten of remembrance

Satire fits the glove, irony the knife

To operate the etherised patient on the table

And make tragedy the softer side

Of a queen’s lucky totem

For a musical entendre of comedy

And nirvana that flits between past present and future

Love’s flame not extinguished

And on the altar of silence

Earth have sacrificed herself

To see the sun grow

And the universe play

Like a dancing child acting onstage

Before a dream audience of the invisible self.

– J

 

 

 

 

Reminiscences Of A Starless American Night In The Cold Neon Highways Scattering Truth Consciousness: Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and The Absolute Conformity of the Self

Allen Ginsberg Benaras 1963

Allen Ginsberg Benaras 1963

Reminiscences Of A Starless American Night  In The Cold Neon Highways Scattering Truth Consciousness: Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and The Absolute Conformity of the Self 

 

“We used to believe 

In the good ole days 

We still receive 

In little ways 

The things of kindness 

& unsporting brow 

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists 

Ina school book …

– Jim Morrison 

“I’m with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night”. – Howl by Allen Ginsberg, San Francisco 1955-56

If I am awake in those pavements

Received the light granted to me

If I am awake in those moments

By a sudden shiver that disentangled my brain from feelings

Reason didn’t persuade me to walk on waters

Nor did it profess to ensconce the sun on the spiral staircase

Then it looked utterly simple

This world, its maiden plump shadow and earthly odour

This body came out of a sensation

Invigorating the carcass with uranium sands

My nerves dangled with stars in profusion

Encircled a whole creation

A marble of plasticity that must explain the separation of superposition logic

Mixing sweat with lava and the charred bones of animal earth

A labour of the soul interpenetrating the elemental worlds

A play of inconscience with the superconscience

Anima Mundi entered the heart of the Heliospheres

An arrow spanning eons was shot from the quivering lips

It sprung words from the fountain of liquid time

Liquid because it obeyed gravity and didn’t think otherwise

And utterly innocent memories lapsed in the guise

Too wise to forget the vaporised dew on the face of things

That will clutter as raindrops on the shaligram shila

Nature’s precedents amplify the colors of a reminiscing spring

Like an old gramophone in the heart

It beat the desired vibration of subatomic chondrites

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Poetry’s miniature in the formless attributes

Ever seeking words to manifest its new sign

Through the dilemma of stillness amidst the last action of the gods

The Supermind has descended on earth

And as they prepare the ceremony of the dead and the unborn living

From vrihat samhita sutras

The seven seers awake the child from their sleep

A time when the winds whipped the sea screaming:

Howl! Howl! Howl!

– J

 

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