You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance

Pagan Art, Samij Datta, 2012

You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance

Consciousness-Analogue

Black vowels of ancient space run the summer months

Love is a ‘jyoti’ of the night for the day

Within the triangular vertices enacting the polygonal marriage

Krishna Adi Prem Radha-Govinda Swarnam

As light diffused the darkness, the Absolute appears

Shimmering gold lines of Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor

Wasp and bees turn into the hermetic square of the rectangle

Their geometry of precision is the desire for their union

The lateral curve shift of the Alblackica hymn gave ‘ananda’ its true prize of noble generosity

Spring’s anointed flowers are purple ether-circles of autumn

Drops of honey are gathered in cells    

Man calls his Lord from his inmost submission to the nature

Prakitir buke proloy, proloy hate ashirvad

Phire ashi baronbar ei jal pata shishire beja bhuvone

At the heart of the stone, the symbol stands for the Apocalypse

And I return with my hands dipped in sands ‘At the Hour of the God’.