9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Watch video on Youtube: The Eternal Journey of Yogiswar, Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

LIKE A BOAT ON A RIVER…

On the footprints of my time eternity sings its song

Through passageways and desolate streets

Through marketplaces where crowd gather and disperse

In sweetshops between happy hours of daydream and play

The afternoon lazily looked up to stars in the brine twilight

Reading the lost epitaphs buried in the wind’s chapel

Stirring ether’s momentary wings with dry leaves and daisy

I have forged my words with a strange rhythm that beats the city

After moonrise when windows shut from the last humming of the engines

Pokes at the streetlamp looking at the Dog Star

Its shows on the weary pavements patterns that you cannot recognise

And I walk unseen breathing the winter’s merry air

My cigarette, the ever burning hope of the promise of the sun

By divine light, I have known the preamble of these worlds

They stand on an absolute principle of love                            

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Mountains and aging forests where knowledge reclines

Rivers, estuaries pristine as the Ganges

Await on the ghats coming of the Lord’s epiphany

Youthful hours have sacrificed seconds on the dawn’s sacred plenitude

And as I approached the ferry side a wild flower draped in white

Called to my innermost being

It spoke in soft mused rhyme

And chanted the divine melody of life

And the world awoke in its ‘ananda’ floating

Like a boat on a river…

It’s like a boat on a river

– J

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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

 

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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

The Creation of Man, Auguste Rodin, circa 1900/ Garden Villa, Meudon, Paris

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)