Unborn Tazig, Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012
Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas
Consciousness-Analogue
When the mind meditates with the stone
The mountains utter their prayers to the moon and the stars
Reciprocation of love offered is a natural causal-effect of bio-geo kinesis
Yao yao ru ta te tu ro yam hua
Yia tu yia tu yang yeng ying
Simple are the ways of the magnetic-priest yet differential and prismatic
Three-fold time in the star-gate crystal; the sound is the anointed ring of the shamans
Wisdom articulates the practice of bon in every alter of the tree
Relative vision is higher than normal lens perception
Drawing on the inner-line of the lake Nam Tso, the sun has found a shelter beneath the ice
It was the night time melting into dawn
It was the last rite in the sacred field
If tomorrow came like a ghost sweeping the floors of yesterday’s fears
Today will be the day to practise the knocking on heaven’s door?
In the zabber of the Brahman I saw the lion looking into the man through the heart of a bird flying like a tiger
Do you see the blazing blade of grass over dew drops falling from the bowl of the cherubic fire?
Do you hear the sound, do you hear the sound?
After silence banged the head of the gods against a table rolling the dice with Judas?
What they have falsified to the winds carrying their feathers over dead tongues misconstruing across many rolling seas?
There is nothing at all- no myths no archetypes no tombs no statues
Not even the written word from the diadem of truth
It was in that that I saw that it ‘moved not yet it moved’ over nameless apostrophes of man’s struggle with destiny
What ‘that is not that is’ but it was a moment when light had no shadow in the death vision of a dream
Dreams connected spheres and shepherds brought thy music from the long valley of olmo-lung-ring
Supermind: walk the walkatishwara-cross-tri-qua-non (bliss restoration – narayana)
She ate the apple in the effigy of the bon to melt mankind into the ecstasy of hunger
That hunger was the desire to be greater than the one in the many one of ones in the creation
Man loved the gods greater than himself and thus paved the path for their evolution
It was the hour before the time in zime, a mighty finger pointed its direction towards that darkness revealing itself
Light, a blind source of freedom opened as if a lotus peeped from the stars into the green horses of the sea
9-parabrahman-9, supramental-qui-qui-shakti
Some came to win, some came to loose
Others were just riding their luck
What difference it makes to this creation?
Nothing I say is vain
For they bear the feather that is born from the dusk of original purity
To be more free with the self honour the life that is given to you
For one day you may know have crossed death towards immortality.
Shantih Shantih Shantih!
Peace on Earth!
– Joy Roy Choudhury