Through the Night and Fog Towards the Star Light: From Shambhala Flying in that Fermion Disc into Another Creation

Night and Fog/Nuit et brouillard, Alain Resnais, 1955

Night and Fog/Nuit et brouillard, Alain Resnais, 1955

Mise-en-scene of the stars within the closed vulgate of Hermitian space

You are on surface of an accelerated xion towards anonymous eternity (VOU-TAS structural shape = qei-eternal sub-atomic)

The particle knows the presence of the wave after the collapse

La Strada/The Road, 1954, Federico Fellini

La Strada/The Road, 1954, Federico Fellini

Galactic mass extinctions in the centroid of the glass-time pyramid unfolds another existence

Consciousness alone is the carrier of all these forces

Memory buried beneath the tracks that lead to Auschwitz

The grass is now golden after the deluge of the red fossils of birth

Dying every hour and germinating the seeds that makes time the time it is (kaler uttoron)

Poetry comes with music and dance as the country yokel comes with a banjo

Fellini was the bard in the association of poets making laughter hide the sadness it bore

Wings of Bellerophon disappeared in the sky showing the rustic signs of the Night and Fog

War on wars got us nothing – we are the dumb climbers in the game of ascension

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

After years of crucifixion we still have crucified ourselves with our means

No one lives near the star of infancy where light is a strange play of its own darkness

The road is that we create for the destiny of our greater lives

Home away from home is far or near on the observer’s point of observation

That itself is the Cinema Paradiso of today and tomorrow

The camera walks holding your hand knowing to know the things that are out there crying

Howling in the seas or in the steps of the canyon, or, screaming out there like a scratch on the bark

Forests of madness curls the page of the green stone (Adi Adi Chintamani)

Crystalline blue lights and the pagan home

The dry tree is the corpse of the Tyger burning bright

That fire swept over the dancing naked lair’s hair locks

Lightning seized the sword of the sea

And killed the monsters of etcetera

He who is born is now free to take his part in the eternal creation


-Joy Roy Choudhury