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

 

RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 151st Birth Anniversary, 9th May, 2013: GITANJALI AS EXPRESSIONS OF UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS AND THE NUCLEAR SUBSTANCE OF SURRENDER TO THE PRIMA-MATRA OF CREATIONAL EXISTENCE

Tagore and Einstein, July 1930

Tagore and Einstein, July 1930

RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 151st Birth Anniversary, 9th May, 2013: 

GITANJALI AS EXPRESSIONS OF UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS AND THE NUCLEAR SUBSTANCE OF SURRENDER TO THE PRIMA-MATRA OF CREATIONAL EXISTENCE

Consciousness-Analogue

Substance forms the soul, the soul is substance

It splits into object and subject

Floating in the naked veil of consciousness

Unwrapping its own continuity

It’s own sense of the magnificence of time and space

Captured like a needle-in-haystack moment of our history’s invariant ‘now’

Beauty resides in the sleep of  eternity’s wakefulness

Rabindranath Tagore and Divine Mother, Japan, circa 1917

Rabindranath Tagore and Divine Mother, Japan, circa 1917

Aboard the quantum magic of the self containing ‘I”

Arose the sweet sharp call of the nuthatches

Desiring the sun’s womb in the cold gesticulation of matter’s open converse with the spirit

Songs are qubits with a special geometric Fibonacci alignment of their internal data -structures

Rhythm is the mother of all verse

Dance is the metaphor of silence procreating the non-silent hymn of humanity (distinctly non-local!)

Creating masterpieces that become frieze in the collective memory of our race

Struggle of the entity can only show us the long road to the ‘hiranyagarbha’

together: our tomorrow is brighter than the childhood of the sun

An honest submission like a speaking tree worshipping the sacred fruit as its koan

Disseminated across miles of green yards and blue harvested seas

Like a possibility within the eternal frame

Watching all that passes by second after second

Dissecting every acts of consciousness

The field of the actor is the Higgs-Field

Lila is the quantum derivation of the self from multiple selves

One is two in every two of one

Nuclear submission of Git-Anjali to the creative vortex of fire

All planets and stars are gyrating round it – spinning in half

I give letters to your words, light to your eyes without being recognized

The unrecognizable point in the creation is hrahum velta-brazuip virtual

As the hammer drives the nail, the lightning strikes

Thunder wears the ragged clothes of the rain

Darker clouds collapse making streams flow like the unending music of the labour of our fruit

Visions appear that encapsulate the syllables of Savitri

Ya Etad Vidur Amritas Te Bhavanti

“Those who realize him, transcends the limits of mortality-

not in the duration of time, but in the perfection of truth.”

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: ‘Those who realized him,…in the perfection of truth”. ( The Religion of Man, Rabindranath Tagore)

RASA-LILA: QUANTUM COHERENT GLAUBER STATE IDENTITY COHERENCE IN THE UNIDIMENSIONAL DZOGCHEN PRACTICE OF LOVE-ENLIGHTENMENT (YOGIC-LIGHT OF BHAKTI-SHAMBHALA ZAZUN PRIMAL TANTRA)

RASA-LILA: QUANTUM COHERENT GLAUBER STATE IDENTITY COHERENCE IN THE UNIDIMENSIONAL DZOGCHEN PRACTICE OF LOVE-ENLIGHTENMENT (YOGIC-LIGHT OF BHAKTI-SHAMBHALA ZAZUN PRIMAL TANTRA)

Rasa-Lila: Quantum Glauber State Identity Coherence

Lord Krishna is Lord Krishna in the Blue Light Matter of Devotion

Lord Krishna is Lord Krishna in the White Light of One’s Love

“Its only Love that attracts the Lord”- Adi Buddha

Tetrat terav tetrat

Nestrat nihayo nestrat…

Love is the Ocean of Rasa

Krishna-kule antaryāmī aami

I am the giver of Consciousness in Sri Krishna Blue-Home Heaven

Devotion to the Lord by the universal act of love’s proclamation brings joy to the creation (Simultaneous upward and downward causation)

To make that happen the language of the heart (Bhakti-Giti-Mala) must embrace the twilight radiance of the play/lila that takes place,

And that which unfolds manifold realities in Radha Sri Sarira (the rahasya/secret)

Esoteric numbers of the superconscious realms are engendered from Her as the Lord understands the prometrics of Rasa-Lila

Together with Her in His dance with the Gopis

The Gopis are ecstatic functions of supraphysical reality in timeless communion with Radha-Krishna coherent Glauber States for

Further quantum manifestations

Without Dance there is no creation

No integration in leaf and the bole

No Rig-pa, no Bon

Differential quotients within infinite fragments must become the shapeless commodity in farther constellations to become

Fire in the ice of a seer-will force (Sri Aurobindo’s Light From Acrux) that predominates (Mahakala Action: Mother’s Agenda)

All hyperspace conjugations of the metamorphic mind

Mind forever the same, changeless

Yet transforming to reach the highest state of enlightenment through Dzogchen practice

Silence at the heart of the lotus fathers the land of christ’s paradise

The Padmasambhava and his beloved in the purple sun as the blue light of Krishna embracing Radha in the Quantum Absolute Mass Entanglement with dense electrolytic Xinom Supermind Waking State of natural condition

The Last Supper: da Vinci

The Rasa-Lila takes place in the Last Supper of Christ with Mary Magdalene and His Disciples

The Feast is also the showering of Divine Love that creates art poetry sculpture  literature and science

Love is the only fundamental subjective experience shared by great poets like Rabindranath Tagore, Wordsworth, Shelley, Milton, Browning, Shakespeare.  It’s the same love for music/art that brought the symphony from Beethoven’s heart, the lyrics from Jim Morrison, the paintings from Raphael, Monet, van Gogh or Degas or the sculpture from Michelangelo.

Love is in multiplcation, the factor sum is the consort of every deity of love in art/music/sculpture/literature/science as revealed to the artist in his union with the Lord.

"it is an ever-fixed mark

Padmasambhava and Consort: The Nyingma Old Primordial Energy State and the Zahum-Ushi Mandala of Perfect Poise in Love

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

	Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

	Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

	But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 
- Sonnet 116, Shakespeare

"The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?" - Loves's Philosophy, P.B. Shelley

What if we still ride on, we two
With life for ever old yet new,
Changed not in kind but in degree,
The instant met eternity--
And heaven just proved that I and She
Ride, ride together, forever ride? 
- The Last Ride Together, Robert Browning 

"It is he, the innermost one, who wakens up 
my consciousness with his deep hidden touches. 
It is he who reads magic incantations upon my eyes, 
and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart 
in varied cadence of pleasure and pain". 
- Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore

- Joy Roy Choudhury

The Bliss of a Romantic Morning as Seen Through the Eye of a Poet in the Mind-Mirror Reflections of his Self-Embodiment: 151st Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore, Noble Laureate

1934 circa, Rabindranath Tagore, coloured ink on paper

Consciousness-Analogue

There is an automatic template of the mind

That captures images of nature

Through the varltumin camera positioned in the eye

Alpine valleys surrounded by mountains are free to dance speak and laugh

Words are their images in the dreaming soliloquy of their existence

Rivers find their ways in the twining pathways leading to immortality

And the spirit of their substance become starlit summer nights that levitate

Light is light in the clock-arm of alblackica

Romancing the wind in the stone circles of chintamani

Brahman calls Brahman the root cause behind the 11th chapter of Brouhaman

Shakti is singular in the rain wedded months of Baishakh

And as drops of water bring scarlet joy to the heart of the infinitude

The old eagle of the centroid awoke from his sleep in the numberless keys of his destiny

To embrace earth as a miniature in a meta-entangled quantum multiverse

I saw many earths as poets dreaming like him to express the fountain of a superluminal desire

Their words are not mere artefacts but points escaping through a worm-hole

To reach the mother-of-their-origins as they fly out towards their embryonic source

Their consciousness the only-truth carrier in this trance bound journey through nature

Stones pick up idle grass and butterflies, the skies pick their clouds in sacks of rice

Each carrying the other and often huddled together to celebrate life

This we called a momentum: ‘Ananda-Nritya-Sangeet’ of the rasa-lila

Man is tied to his fortune through bonds of friendship

His hands are gifts of nature to be the artist-poet of his own creational multiplex

He grows among hills and trees and worships the sacred crust of His own existence.

Tat-Purusha-Hari-Tat-Sat.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Notes from Tagore:

‘The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish and thy voice will pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of summer’. – Gitanjali, 1910, Rabindranath Tagore

The Hidden Source of Something is Within the Wavicle & Praviculin Wavicle of ‘Nestrat Nihayo Nestrat’ Cellular Time-Consciousness

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”- Albert Einstein

 ” It is he, the innermost one, who wakens up my consciousness with his deep hidden touches.”- Rabindranath Tagore / ‘Gitanjali’ 

 

The Hidden Source of Something is Within the Wavicle & Praviculin Wavicle of ‘Nestrat Nihayo Nestrat’ Cellular Time-Consciousness

Consciousness-Analogue

What is knowledge if not a higher hypothesis of a hypothesis in the relative frame-wide-works of the cosmic universe? Creation is a pulp of matter-anti-matter bond, a conjugation that’s more heuristic than soap operas of Puccini but in the time of the second nayutin the river was flooded with salt-grip-sand and Moses bought the boat to ferry the eragman constants across dreams of many quarters in the day-alblackica-rhyme-clock; nothing stands in between the imagination of the being and the Other, the tree is the half-life of the divided-sun, photosensitive and paranormal if you have the super-sensory organs to understand the phenomena; energy is the valve through which consciousness flows, the tribes are gathering round the sacred fire, their chants are hymeneal hymns of the sacrosanct stars: Gnavi Gnavi Mubinf Xoriduq Dorpen Sofejow rhythmica yatashta.

The mothers of the Alblackica eternals, to them time is the acceleration in innumerable primary force surface grexat-grexat dimension. Non-polar velocity of light is length –black-nan-invinity (6hh6-9cc9-8dd8-4kk4-3qq3-6tt6); to the eye the eye is the relative cosmic view of something known from inside, something familiar but not known in the unknown quanta of the wavicle and praviculin wavicle simultaneously.

Robam reyam retat nivigro nevakratu kerat

Reyam retat nivigro nevakratu herat

Retat nivigro nevakratu ferat

Nivigro nevakratu serat

Nevakratu derat

Derat rerat

Rayim ro ri re ra

Om

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tagore & Einstein Photograph, Berlin, July 14, 1930

Tribal Art (Bengal Patachitra, 2012)