Sunset at Lavacourt, Claude Monet, 1880 (Impressionism)
Consciousness-Analogue
The sun has floated its wings on the mirror of the sea,
On a river plate, painting its shapes with wonderful images
Lakshmi-Narayana and the Kalchakra and Gita
A song embodiment of the rudra-veena, vayu-vyas, deva-putras
Carrying through it, Horus and Hathor and the Tigris and Euphrates
In the broken arms of the lost sailing ships, Artemis and Durga
Apollo, Demeter, Jupiter, Athena and Aphrodite
Sat-Tat-Lila in the stringed melody of Gopala
In the memory of the cross-fountain of final crucifixion
In the parable of Osiris, in the Krishna-Arjuna arrow head
Faith-circle integrated by Manu as Adam in the Tree of Life
Matter wakes up to see its beauty
As do man, god and beasts
“To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest 310
burning
In the futile hours of the night,
The stars in their boyhood dreams
Saw light swirling like a monster into light and endless light
The serpent swallowed them all
In the figure a figure or just a dancing head of nothing but them all
See into widening space, into the crown of the Jehovah lapping the last drop of the real absolute
Eternity into time in the mind-caves of Shambhala
Remembering the day spend in the frank oneness of things
As a cult in the dream of Rodin’s creational manuscript
I saw entangled
In the lion of the speech
The tiger wrath of the ocean
Deep inside,
The mountains of that in this is empty
In the rising of the chalice of darkness
Charioting the dawn mist blue sky of further electrospherical fields
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– Joy Roy Choudhury
Ref: “To Carthage…burning” (The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot)