Olmo Lungring, Samij Datta, 2012
Counter-Clockwise Movements of Cyclical Time in the Ever Evolving YungDrung of Prima Matra in the Ancient Tapriza Hymn of the Bon
Consciousness-Analogue
The four apostles are the tetra-terra streams of light
They advance towards the everlasting sea
The dragon submerges the truth in the cradle of darkness
Peacock elephant snow lion horse – thou art come within and shine
Thou art the secret messengers of the sacred land ‘olmo-lungring’
From the cave of the Neanderthal, the Bonpo gazes at the pristine stars of Shenrab
No beginning or end have ever won him any glory
He was the child of his own thoughts killing the hours by the seconds in the years
His friend was the rivers that spoke with the trees talking about Michelangelo
His words were metaphors that etherized a desert with the menthol of Alma mater
His verse were the true link of a polymerase chain in the Satprem of Sri Aurobindo
In the alpha-square of the geo-hunet gravity the leopards are eating the Frankenstein of the race
Let time be the tool in the wheel of fire to reshape the moment on a frictionless road
Let new words be the design of merit born from the gulf of differences to institutionalise individual development and progress
Known is the unknown chapter in the Gnostic book of the dead
Towards the non-dual social sign the symbol are the letters written on Savitri
The moon climbs on the back of her hair
The red face is the lotus of the Alblackica fountain
Spring calls the fleeting birds in the tower of Babel
Allow them to speak with thy tongue
Let thy chaos be moulded into the antiquity of consciousness
Let thy mind be vacant with it
Anadiutsakendre jage rat
Karagar theke lanthan niye ay
Akasher chari haste bhorer ananda ke tapriza pathay tar shei chithi
Uttor madhur ek Taranga te anabil ak hashi
Jano ure jay ramdhanu nadiyay alor chande ak nadi
Chalo jai surjer par dhore sagar mohonay
Srot ashim ek srot
Nei samay, “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”.
– Joy Roy Choudhury
Ref: “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”. – II- A Game of Chess, The Wasteland, 1922- T.S. Eliot