Celebrating Sri Dilip Kumar Roy’s 119th Birth Anniversary 22nd January 2016: “Outpetalling of the Sunflower”(At the Guru’s Feet)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

“To me the ultimate value of a man is to be measured not by what he says, nor even by what he does, but by what he becomes.” (Sri Aurobindo to Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy)

“A deathbound littleness is not all we are:

Immortal our forgotten vastnesses

Await discovery in our summit selves.”

(Savitri I, IV, Sri Aurobindo)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji  and Mata Indira Devi

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji and Mata Indira Devi

Jacaranda Tree in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh source Wikipedia

Jacaranda Tree in Full Bloom in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh Source Wikipedia

Over the horizon the moon chants

The night blooming jacaranda flowers

Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

In their starlit ecstasy have offered themselves to the Lord

And the universe is the body and the mind

Existing neither within the mind, nor, without

But each life strung to the lonesome flute calls

In sheer majesty celebrating the occasion of one glorious birthday

And the soul’s eye meets the light beyond the stars

And the fruit and the flowers, the garden and the river moss

In mystic oneness singing variegated plays

Jalsaghar Poster from the movie by Satyajit Ray

Jalsaghar Movie Poster

The Theater is born

And the grand orchestra

Actors and actresses in their prospective roles fervently transcending their spheres of existence

To Immortalize the Theater to which they belong

A Shakespearean rag, or, a Dantean Comedy

or, a Brecht and Eugene O’Neill

In the patachitra weaving a tapestry of words from Chandidas

The Cinema is born

And the grand Orchestra

Drinking soma from the winding stairs of Girish Ghosh and Natya Academy

At this moment we live without living

There is only one universe –

And it is This-which-we-are

Down the river way to an ocean of infinity.

-J

* Dilip Kumar Roy’s friend, Romain Rolland writes on his character Jean-Christophe (Which was the Novel in 10 volumes that won him the Noble Prize in 1915):  “When you see a man, do you ask yourself whether he is a novel or a poem? […] Jean-Christophe has always seemed to me to flow like a river; I have said as much from the first pages.”

River metaphor flowing to the Ocean of Infinity is the life of Jean-Christophe, the style is called sometimes ‘Roman Fleuve’ (The River Novel)

http://www.call-key9.net

 

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland – A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

at Sri Ramakrishna Mission

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

 

 

 

 

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The Secret of Isis In The All-Perceiving Eye: The Observer Observed and The Self-Prognosis of the Quantum Self

 The Secret of Isis In The All-Perceiving Eye: The Observer Observed and The Self-Prognosis of the Quantum Self

 

THE INTEGRATED STAR MICRO-PROCESSOR, MONALISA, 2013

The Integrated Star Microprocessor/Monalisa 2013

The Integrated Star Microprocessor/Monalisa 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

Yellow mysterious river of the sun

Slowly moving tediously

From morn till the bright night resuscitates

Over a thousand years…

Outpouring tea on empty banisters

Frail like the rosemoth alphabets

Dying in a circle

Dying in the trapezohedron

Motionless, a thin destructive interference

Temple of the Tragic Thoth built over with rims of gold

King’s palace, courtyards…asylums

Anonymous occult provision for madness

For Foucault and Germaine Greer and xolpheta Anubis

Against which the moon wept

Seas burnt

Silvering predominantly in distant time and space

Under  Hecate’s gorgeous canopy

Violent trepidation of the silent anatomy of Light

Ashore the Seven Seas

Ages subtract wisdom from fear

Youth is the force in the void

 

Immortally singing in the simple matrix of fire

Yin-yang zan infinity of tra-tri-tru morphogenesis

The Dance of Kali: Micro-cosmic Space-Time Evolution

The Dance of Kali: Micro-cosmic Space-Time Evolution

Climbing like Sirius over the pale horizon’s roof

Seeking civilization’s only resort

White horses green like the sky

Blue like the throat of Dante’s bird

Flying like Derrida’s spaceship

Far away into ether incandescence…

Despair not

Redeem through my justified hands

The ancient lands

Of waterways sands and rebellious storms

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Photograph: Joy Roy Choudhury, 2012

From Dante’s Divine Comedy to the Yoga of the Sun: Bioelectricity in Cellular Transformation Process via Surya-Shakti (Grace)

Dante, Monalisa, 2013

Dante, Monalisa 2013

Dante, Monalisa 2013

 

Consciousness-Analogue

The molecular cloud started collapsing under its own weight of gravity forming a protostar

The nuclear fusion led to the formation of structures inside

Matter took shape plunging itself into the divine comedy of the sun

It first took its flight – a quantum jump to its future place of worship on earth

Other planets followed the sages of wisdom to meet the owl of time

In the dark matter of things the secret of gravity was grasping the laws of devotion

Perfection kindled the tree of life

The atomic processor was the solar winds disseminating the particles

In the shallow waters of the marine estuary the limestone was talking to Dante

It said: therefore, you are your words that carry the time signatures of the carbon self

And you must recognise the source of your poetry

From origin to co-origination to dependent origination

The spirit was the substance that thou art called the stars

Wrahet vou-tra-moun acting as an agent of cellular transformation through artistic expressions

Immaculate self-belief is the only choice that you may have

Sun - The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Sun – The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

The road defined- the task cannot alter in subsequent time

Your thirst may quench the rivers and oceans but not yourself

And that is the only fire you may carry to feed the system continually

There are no systems no self-coherence no Dante at all

There is nothing in the concept of the All-Absolute (Krishna Adi Pralay- Shyam Sundar remitting the new Gita of existence for the benefit of all/ Nuclear submission of the particle before the chromatin network )

Today you are so tomorrow you will be

Thou avoid haste in the works of your life

That time has come to redeem the stone from the gods

Let the winds blow and carry the message across the many maha-kumbhs of this multi-verse

Your life may be the life of other lives in other creations that prays for the welfare of man

Let nature speak from the vaults of silence and time be the only cross to justify this existence.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

The Quantum Journey of Ulysses and Roerich: The Quest for the Happy Isles or Shambhala

 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

“We are not now that strength which in old days 
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; 
One equal temper of heroic hearts, 
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will 
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”.

– Ulsses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Everything stands before us all:

The star the planets the cosmos and the man

Before we could read the twilight language of the script

There was a time of innocence and faith,

A sun veiled itself behind the tremendous alblackica

Journeying into the mosaic of a supra-cosmic all perceiving eye

That fathomed depths of the ancient pyramidal lights in the voyage across the sea

Ulysses in the happy isles soliloquised with the alpha-neutrinos of the Digitaria

Light in the full moon was the ‘tat savitur varam rupam’

Accelerating in the jahoa-wahoa cave of the creator

In the time of beauty, a moment’s delight was the sacrificial arm

Embracing the sky with the grass and sea

Blowing the conch shell when the cat uttered the first words from Schrodinger’s box

Helium-rei-ravas-neva-neva para-brahman

Zagrib-zagrib light years away- He was not She in the It of Them

It ate the apple and found the god sleeping in the flower of heaven

Dante was criss-crossing the imbha-plane of consciousness towards the eternal fragrance of the undying hours

That was that in the holy spectacle of the cinematic vision

Immobile vast stretching itself to the blind ethereal naught

Homer sleeping in a cradle of laser sunk into that silence of the origins

He saw what he created and cried within in supramental joy

There was a time, indeed, the first flower the sparkle of heaven

Pierced into my soul and the body was taking it forth.

– 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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The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

Consciousness-Analogue

The quadraphonic sound-mystery in the coherent quadrupole-octupole motion is the binneal catalyst of life and beyond; what’s beyond the surreal mirror of Salvador Dali is a hexatet function of time in the stars; god does not play dice in the loaded fulcrum of the mind’s thesis, the music is the profound analogue of the vast earings of the sun caught by the camera width-length of the moon’s analogical grammar after Sunday breakfasts and in rainy afternoons; we have passed our silent speech and judgement in the winter terminals of bosons and fermions measuring their angular momentum by the hypodermis of spatial contagion, how sad it is to feel trapped between the logic of our brains, ‘how dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’

After the quasicondensation, all that were rolled into the pathways of Alblackica, turned the germ-seed of divine propensity into recognised quanta of light photo-sensitive particles, shimmering like wavicles in the 2-qubit NMR systems that felt charcoal as ashes in the evolution of matter into higher forms of zatter and katter. Time remembers how often we cycle round the spheres as monometers picking up ‘Nuit et Brouillard’ and raising signs of a change with-change to alter what we have defined in the poetry or prose of Dante Alighieri and enact the final commedia in front of the raging bulls and dead-horses of Guernica : history is the sign-language of the signs the Peloponnesian molybdenum isomerizing the hymns to the arabic praises for the ninth-moon octet of the sun; nevasto oktamin alca oktamin Romeo-Juliet couplet…richness of life is measured by the vision you have and the consciousness you remit.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘Arms and the Man, by GB Shaw; ‘How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’ – Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson; ‘Nuit et Brouillard’/’Night and Fog’ (1955)- Documentary Film by Alain Resnais