The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

Consciousness-Analogue in a Dialogue

The flower is the nectar of the tree

Mind-yeast fermentation yields magic numbers of the super-fast agent of light particle-carriers

Grammar is the logic-boat of argumentative process, anti-grammar is empty

The ships sail through Methuselah, Jagannath in Alblackica domain

The lord is the lord of the sand-particle in the boat-mesons of the aborigines

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”

Alpha omega virtues of the time in zime give red earth some rain

Coal splinters are the clock in the cyclones of infinity

Yime-horse running on space-field grace-built structure

6971>T<1769 6 words in August make the Nepoleon

Tat Sat Adi Om

Brahman is Brahman the magic particle in elementary prosody

Racine wrote tragedy of man that is humus to the plants        

And plants are flowers in the existence of consciousness

In the plabintim-circuit of the creation, the stone was a task-force of resurrection.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture/West Sikkim, Joy Roy Choudhury

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”, Kubla Khan, S. T. Coleridge

Artwork, Samij Datta, 2012

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The Evocation of Matter in the Eye of the Spirit in the Plabintim-Circuit of Existence: 24th April, 2012

Matter-Table, Samij Datta, 2012

The Evocation of Matter in the Eye of the Spirit in the Plabintim-Circuit of Existence (as seen from the eye-hole-Varltumin Camera which is there inside the eye): 24th April, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

The grammar of the mind is in this abacus

It was a play thing of her own-true self

She was the designer and the architect

The only true-force behind His veil

She was the ancient tribe in the heart of the herdsmen

She was the Queen of Sheba in the nomadic paradise of love

She was Josephine Mazuvont and the Ionicixa Heluim

She was Kali in the Wahali of Kali- dance is a sacred crown of the king

She was Tara, green like the emblem in the blue dawn of fire

A phoenix rising from the matter-truth table art                      

Uniting with the spirit in a mystic congregation of consciousness

Flame decrax-meta flame of love and power

Building knowledge blocks with numbers of the progeny

Fibonacci series of the flower heads calls her the pentagram of the stars

She herself knows her own configurations that we don’t understand

Time is eternity in the spinning wheel of her turns

She herself is beyond the Supramental Body

Alblackica- night and day she sang on the rivers of destiny

For a free-sacred free-choice on the edge of a lake

Savitri saw the golden couplets of the diamond sky  

Reflect the silent purity of a white-metamorphic lotus

It was her first letter of love written to liberty

It became the journey of the French Revolution in the eye of the micro-gravity

Life formed from the light of her own song

Had the flow of equality in her ethereal  vastness

She gathered her friends in the shade of a tree

To give each a sweet blessing of her own true-self (Shakti is Singular/Brahman is Plural)

And Her Self broke into selves and became the mother-truth-table of all existence.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

24th April, Mother’s Final Arrival in Pondicherry

Message: O Lord, Thou hast decided to test the quality of our faith and to pass our sincerity on Thy touch stone. Grant that we come out greater and purer from the ordeal. – The Mother