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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The Questions as Asked by the Brahman Observer to the Relative Quantum-A-Quantum Observables while Detecting Multipartite Entanglement in Many Body Systems in the Speechless Preamble of the Alblackica Mind

Quantum Entanglement, Pi-Day Art, Samij Datta, 2012 (Digital Media)

The Questions as Asked by the Brahman Observer to the Relative Quantum-A-Quantum Observables  while Detecting Multipartite Entanglement in Many Body Systems in the Speechless Preamble of the Alblackica Mind

Consciousness-Analogue

Yes, Pythagoras planned it. Why did people stare at blank faces on the wall, their empty harmony shedding snake-skins for the final metamorphosis at the hour of the naked light when gods in their embryo were dreaming of skies in the pentagonal mirror of mirrors, thin-laced and multifoliate, with electromagnetic Casimir energy of the passing clouds’ Bose-Einstein condensate? Are you still dreaming on the fantasy world of Warhol’s pragmatic energy, spinless and absolute, on the binary, tetra-binary defragmentation of particles in the helio-static motionless pyramidal space having Yukawa potential with arbitary angular momenta? Those are the questions you didn’t answer nor did Demosthenes in the ancient Greece; entangled forever within the mother-centric proverbial Keaton, the host is the ancient functional trapezoid of the morning moons, levitating and gyrating in the cosmic parable of Yeats.

To them, the light was the undifferentiated union of Alblackica rivers: Mississippi and Ganges, Yamuna and Volga, and Cauvery and Vistula and Congo flowing as they accelerate within the time-defined containers of Mazuvont and Baquytra, they belong to the tribes and the herdsmen whose lost forgotten fruits were once the source of the Sun-in-Savitri in the Valeloluva hymn of the Alps and the Himalayas. The Meru in Meru is the meditating mind of the empty self of 0, 1 and time- speechless coordinates pull silence to its bark as the tree gives shelter and life after aeonic years of mind- split in Mesozoic pro-Keratin tablets of word- rhythms that try to find their source in the ocean-accelerator of multipartite entanglement in many body systems finding their own freedom in the san-zan-van-worship of infinite- liberty.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Opening line “Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare?” – excerpt from W. B. Yeats’ poem The Statues