REWORKING ON ROMAIN ROLLAND’S THE DECLARATION OF THE INDEPENDENCE OF SPIRIT (1919): ON THE EVE OF RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 153rd BIRTH ANNIVERSARY 7th May 2014

 

Rabindranath Tagore and Romain Rolland

 

“Tagore is, I think, saying that truth is a subtler concept than Einstein realises” – Noble Laureate Physicist Brian Josephson, Cambridge University, 1992

“Curiously enough, the present evolution of science is running in the direction stated by the great Indian poet” – Noble Laureate Chemist Ilya Prigogine, 1984

 

“I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands. Thus why it is so late

And thus am I guilty of such omissions.

     They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast. But I evade them ever, for I

Am only waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands.

     People blame me and call me heedless – I doubt not they are right in their blame.

The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those who came to call me vain

Have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love to give myself at last at his hands”.

–          Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore

REWORKING ON ROMAIN ROLLAND’S THE DECLARATION OF THE INDEPENDENCE OF SPIRIT (1919): ON THE EVE OF RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 153rd BIRTH ANNIVERSARY 7th May 2014

“Toilers of the spirit, companions, scattered all over the world, separated from one another for five years by armies, by censorship and hate of nations at war, we take this opportunity, when barriers are falling and frontiers are re-opening, of making an appeal to you to re-form your fraternal union, – but let it be a fresh union, firmer and stronger than the one which existed before. – Romain Rolland, July 1919

 

“Waiting for love to give myself at last at his hands…”

Silently evening crawls in the bed of night

Rabindranath Tagore Painting Untitled

Rabindranath Tagore Painting Untitled

Looking up at the dazzling stars

Speaking anonymously at last

Epochs have buried flesh not the soul

Out of history’s hall of judgement

A voice came out of time

From the depths of past

And from poetry’s perennial source

When it confronted the spirit of the declaration of independence

Hidden in the future canvas of freedom

Tied to many universes

To fraternal universities

It sparked a violent beginning of things

A struggle to withhold

And to release

A rhythmic poise and a movement

A freeze shot of the indifference

And the motion that makes all the différance

Arrangement of verses

Continuous

Discontinuous

Beautiful elliptic poignant truth experience

A condition that we call Gitanjali

Observed as it unfolds the soul’s deepest offering

And freedom from the bondage of many cycles of time

Utter something new

To the cosmic festival of dance

To suit the taste of a new race

Feelings pulsating vividly in nature

Gadhulir chitolekay rachito pratiti anu paramanur naam

Within the frame of dawn encrypted are names of all matter & force-particles

They seized on this happy moment

Tagore in China

Tagore in China

A rare opportunity of love

Calling me through their wordlike dance

Sometimes a ripple afloat a vacuum

Singing songs for eternity

Strangely extreme disguises

Declare their independence of spirit

And roots behold the land you live

The dying seeds the waters forgive

Evoking the new wilderness

A mind-space where we grow

Man shall know

The mystic world of the Undying Self

Let alone the lines written on it

‘Waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands”.

– J

 

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Dadaji (Sir Dilip Kumar Roy) and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

Dadaji and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

 

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

 

 

The Ganges/The River's Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The Ganges/The River’s Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The River’s octave root is in the polished metallic surface of a biodegradable apparatus of the Sun

In the hollow well the coal offers fire of worship to the unburnt elements of the living charter

The doctrine of life is in the swing-volley of the tennis ball at the psychic centre of the willed craft-translations of the grand work

Shared acquisitions of the chintamani server can manifest perfect rainbow effect of the anti-gravity device

Fall is the jump in levatrohan cycle for every broheng tatyam

Silence is the causal-ship of speech in the yayupa-yayupa roaming space

Decorations are destiny doors of divine revelations when the naked earns its clothes to surrender itself to the quantum magic of love and proportion

Methods ate the man

The fairy is winging to glory

The gates of the dawn are carried in the sweet pellets by the ant

And then the River met the Ocean far across the undivided plane where the diving gulls are immersed in the flame of ecstasy

Yathesta yokrohong zaza

Satprem…Satprem…Satprem

Mother is the Music of the Soul.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

White Light Synthesis: Shambhala Integral Hymn for Quantum Harmony

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

White Light Synthesis: Shambhala Integral Hymn for Quantum Harmony

MANY RIVERS FLOW BY MANY WAYS BUT THEY ALL ENTER THE SEA. THEY ALL ARE ONE. – Sri Ramakrishna

Consciousness-Analogue

Time is a vessel that cannot know itself but others

In the fragrance of the eternal moment

On the poetic realms of undimished space

Floats the feather of the bearded bird, thy grace on thy feet

In the shapeless stars of the Tazig-Tazig infinite reflection of functional sound the absolute

Shenrab on the gyal-go-thei-mor-syan-su-ra

Lythog-mipoche-wise-zor-phulom-sha-khor

There is no distance of separation between this and that

That being this is the only possible destiny of this beautiful creation

Changless bon acting on the
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Within the Democracy, the Stone of Suffering gives Birth to a New Star: The Zarathustra-Zen Apocalyptic Second Coming

The Star on a Gaussian Plane, Monalisa, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

The Rose a symbol of purity is the arch-gate of the Cross

The Star of David is the consciousness of the stone as time that evokes the eternity of the Second Coming as a visual prerogative to the future

(<A> weak <destiny|A|history>/<destiny|history>)

History alters destiny by back-formations from the future.

Eloquence is a sweet time translation machine

Supramental perfection makes time surrender to the gratitude of the particle

Quarks and Leptons attain pre-cognitive identity with the ‘para-ananda’ field of cosmic interactions

Brahman is laughing when Shakti is dancing (causal synthesis of higher-proteins from carbon chains)

Vra-uj-ni Vra-uj-ni Ala-la Ala-la

Kashmir is the land of resurrection (Revelation gate of Supramental Order)

To tune with the stars of infinitude

Bramha-Surya must be the Lila of Intelligence in the Parat-Para moksha

Thou seek the destiny from the stone in Shambhala

Om Adi Om Adi Chintamani

The circle-zero evolutes in the nano infinity of the mind

Silence crawls

Leaves fall

The ocean full of bliss

Memory is the cyclo-cylindrical dance of an ant in the sweet pool of nectar

Each drop seeking the other to father the rhyme of the race

These are words coming from the inner-circle of Olmo-lung-ring

Thy time has come to ride the horse of the Golden Clock

Alblackica alblackica brihat brihat alblackica

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Salvador Dali as Field Activator’s Prerequisite to Cognition in Consciousness: Towards Hiprivatox Supramental Gate

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1952-54), Salvador Dali, Salvador Dali Museum, St Petersburg, Florida

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End (Revelation 22:13)

 Consciousness-Analogue

The clock separates itself from time and eternity

It’s the liquid drip of the ocean of Dali in the fire of the light

The fish is the human aspiration towards greater certitude in reason

That death cannot become the name of the angel that breathes life into inanimate things

Immortality is the only hope of the artist who seeks perfection in everything   

The whole is not the whole but broken fragments that play up to infinity

Alpa-memory of history is the root cubic track-vessel of destiny greater than one

Coming back I saw grey dust clouds gathered over the Himalayas

Rain was the whisper of the piper’s dream before the dawn of the great voyage

“Enter into the joy of your Lord” .

Music overflowed in the land of paradise

From Shambhala I see the white roses embroidered on Bodhisattvas

They rear the Lost Shepherd of the primal race

In the golden rhyme of the ancient mariners

The stars were once the dead retro-galaxies of dark energy acceleration

Within a uniform length cut into pieces by the tailor of Ommersholm

The bowl was eating rice laughing from the nest of yung-drung bon-bon yung-yinghom-yia-yiyi

In the singing hologram of the mandala, Hiprivatox Supramental Gate was the only omega point of consciousness on earth.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Enter into the joy of your Lord” Matthew v.25/l.21

Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

The Burning Giraffe, 1937, Salvador Dali,  Kunstmuseum Basel, Basel

Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

Consciousness-Analogue

In the dead title the giraffe was an animated being from the world of L’Age d’or

Painting sublimates the Freud in us asking questions that answer the paradox

In every vertical flame the lateral cube of ice is the burning deck of this creation

Man, Monster or God has to face the imagination in consciousness for his next level evolution

Hamlet hears his father’s ghost ; Hamlet ponders on ‘nothing’ in the Yakir Aharonov’s quantum space

The theatre is the golden craft of a triangular time gyrating within the Three Graces

And the cinema is the pastoral setting of a live doorway to the artistic fusion of the dead author with the un-born reader of Egalitarian value

Lightning struck the old eagle of the Wheel; the falcon knew what the spirits exchanged

They are talking about the ‘theta’ migration of sustainability

Prophetic precognition of the Origin ‘p’ in the ‘o’ of the eye worm-hole

Vora-gate opened to transfer ‘the agenda of ananda’ as consciousnesses to the people

Noble men rise to the occasion – on the wings of Shambhala I saw him float

He, may be, the carrier-force of a Greater Revolution in time.

(The Journey of the French-Revolution in the Eye of the Micro-Gravity)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: A Way Towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: The Anti-Clockwise Movement of the YungDrung Bon from the Alblackica Wheel of Time towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Phoenix & Dragon (Book Cover Art)

Consciousness-Analogue

Bird of a Yellow Feather

The moon rises like the pyramid far above the roving horizons

There destiny is foretold many a times

I am a traveller bound by space of an unlimited space

Through the wired wind in a whistle the sound claps her hands moistens her feet

Above the dark spiral where matter is the time line of the white light of Dzogchen

Reconnoitring the multiverse in a quantum differential way

Tazig is tazig is tazig

Heliocentric gold of sadhana is the integral capital wealth apparatus of the paradise

Diamonds sparkle beneath the tree of Jehovah intersecting the anonymous book of the dead

There the yidam is the free bird vector-diagram of the Alph on Alph

Coleridge knew some variants of this truth infused by the monologues of Adam

There was a tree in the onyx of the sun; red like a supergiant diminishing to a point

In the line of the plasm the mind was a virtual semi-virtual tool to superimpose the truth

The truth is gryotit truth of no truth in the empty box-vessel of nirvana

Bird of a yellow feather crossed over the sea and trundled in rain

The sky was her carpet from Zhang-Zhung lands that adorned the black ether Jeremiah of alblackica

In the nanoseconds of retro-causal infinity time was riding the metamorphic rock of a million joys

Above the ocean at the midnight hour

When sleep was stoned in the cavern of light unborn

It saw itself in the no-beginning of an end in between the awakening and the death

Letters came from an enlightened consciousness that spoke of the sun and the liberation

Standing before the twilight mirrors of the language in mind

I saw words are like lens looking at eyes imaging other words in a constant dual-non-dual mode

In a meaningful way the bliss of existence procures consciousness to add more life into lives.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

1377-3177 Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

Consciousness-Analogue

In a thousand mile of arid land the eye of the man and the lion on a boat

Seven headed Jagganath on the turmeric sea of white sands

Seven close to eight on nine to ten then zero again without the one

To open the unlocked doors of the hidden kingdom of immortals

A spade of blue turquoise running across the caves of time

A lost chapter in the creational book was reading itself through the magnified meca vision

Some grow old as young others look at the sky in disbelief

Some saw the golden flakes burning like a vast ship in the everlasting space of infinity

Turbulence was not an offence but an offering to cleanse the soul

Gods look to gods to purge themselves and man looks towards the sea

The fruit was bearing the hibiscus adder in the poison of death

Its sting was the injected needle that etherised the mountains and the deserts

Atacama folded in the Taklamakan Gobi and stretched into the sub-Saharan terrain

Inside the reptilian bond the stars of the Erasmus faded into the sunshine of xyro-sun

Christ was annihilated on bed of the rocks to bear the language of the river-songs

Words walking into words as tau on lepton and gluon

Tara tera tara xivo-xivo utrath mekav ryto blomin

In the streets of Shigatse there are no gods

Not even the signs that dangle the desire of man

The tanks are buried deep into the heart of the primordial alter

Beware, beware that time is just coming soon.

– Joy Roy Choudhury