Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967 From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967
From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

“I am willing that the seasons should wear me out

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891)

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 – 1891)

To you, Nature, I surrender;

With my hunger and all my thirst.

And, if it please you, feed and water me.

Nothing, nothing at all deceives me;

To laugh at the sun is to laugh at one’s parents,

But I do not wish to laugh at any thing

And may this misfortune go free.”

– Arthur Rimbaud, May 1872 (May Banners/Bannieres de Mai)

 

THE QUESTION IS WHAT IS THE QUESTION? – John Archibald Wheeler, Physicist (Address to American Physical Society, 2003)

 WHY DID PRABHU JAGAT BANDHU SUNDOR WENT TO PARIS B/W 1890-1892 AND THEN RETURNED TO BRINDAVAN?

“To track down a theory of everything, we might have to accept that the universe only exists when we are looking at it…”- Prof. Vladko Vedral, Univ. Of Leeds

“Our overall approach has thus brought together questions of the nature of the cosmos, of matter in general, of life, and of consciousness. All of these have been considered to be projections of a common ground. This we may call the ground of all that is, at least in so far as this may be sensed and known by us, in our present phase of unfoldment of consciousness. Although we may have no detailed perception or knowledge of this ground it is still in a certain sense enfolded in our consciousness…

–          Wholeness and the Implicate Order, David Bohm

GRAVEDIGGER 

“But age with his stealing steps

Hath clawed me in his clutch                    

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

And hath shipped me into the land

As if I had never been such”.

(throws up a skull) (V.i.63-64) HAMLET/Shakespeare

 

Thirsty roots

Revel in the rain

Forgives pain

Anonymous self-resolute

A flower in the dream

Eternity swing

Motionlessly…

From a cracked earthen pot

A joy comes forth

Lilting grace

Fill the place

Mixing with elements

Oblivious turn

Of the urn

An azimuthal projection of the Unborn Self

Time to reveal or can never test its Absoluteness

Can never test whatever or nothing

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor (1871- 1921)

Twilight cuddles baby bats in the velvet sky

Reminding seasons in hell gone-by

And clouds wrap the bud’s promise in the fire of the sun

They hear the crystal bell laugh and run

And mountains that climb up to the sky

To meet

To meet the Eye

And then fall apart in bundled pairs

In the valley of stars underneath the ocean floor

Did you know more?

That a column of light is tapping the feet of sound

Gently you can hear

A whisper amidst evening tear

After the last rainbow surged a drop in the sky

Emanating beautiful rhythms that can sustain by

Lyrically a wave upon wave crystallizes a superposition of things

In that order and coherence a unified script is written, perhaps

The law unfolds a unique super-evolution of things

Subtle bodies command a vibration in the universe

They participate in an ecstatic dance (Omega Point Transformation Junction/Reverse Kinesynthesis)

Body through the psychic-temple opens gates to other worlds

Not in dreams but in reality you can travel through them

Words ratiocinate the pi-bosonic orchestration of meanings

And light stamps out ignorance on the cold milky-oceanway

Riding the chariot, He comes forth towards the destined meeting point

He who travels with us is blessed

He who travels is blessed

The first flash

An enigma

Existence as real signed to be.

 

– J

 

 

 

 

 

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TIME IS THE FREE PARTICLE OF MUSIC & DANCE IN THE FLICKERING CARNIVAL OF ALBLACKICA

Flickering Carnival, Samij Datta, 2012

TIME IS THE FREE PARTICLE OF MUSIC & DANCE IN THE FLICKERING CARNIVAL OF ALBLACKICA

Consciousness-Analogue

Flickering as it starts scaling the sky at the pale hour of dawn

The carnival of stars in the bodhi-drip mind of music

Silence alone can draw a face or a diagram of a soul

All the universes within, the cadillacs and the t-ford

The cat sees the dragon in the fire of al-jebr and thinks it’s only polynomial glass

Says to itself the moon is over my heart at last

Longing the long nights of tender waterfalls on cymophane alexandrites

Coming as a wave and going like a river into the seas

The banks are full of purple and crimson flakes of Abraham

Time unfolds the book of paradise and opens the page one of creation

And makes it into a perfect gatefold made of lemon-grass

Then flowers came out of the holy window’s sky

Red poppies, mid-day sunflowers jasmines and chrysolites

Turning each colour into the mosaics on the page, the strings melted melody into tears

And joy sprung from the churning ocean’s bliss-matter-poison holes

Unfinished verses are now complete with super implicate order

Revisiting the cardboard dream of di Sitter space

Ramakrishna- Krishna-Radha-Hari

Hari Om Tat Chit Matter-Mind-Energy Link-ups

The free particle of time is music and dance

Alblackica, alblackica in Li Sphere Geometry

Iko Iko sitting on the willing-wheels of the morning rose

The teapot icons are lying on the streets of Methuselah

Sipping the hour-time-darkness-gap in the twilight moon of unmiyata

Rekav-rahim-ruhahu-rahim om tatat yatashta

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Much my composition is based on music of minstrelsy and deeper relation with body-mind-soul and hyperspace. Music is a great healer, the new-age process of Quantum Healing is active through the consciousness or chit energy that matter receives and reciprocates with, to create more sublime forms of beauty from the deeper recesses of the multiverse through Quantum Jumping and Evolution. In this genre of minstrel music, the Bengal Bauls particularly arrived in and around the roaring 60s in America to kindle much of the consciousness and peace movements started by the Woodstock Generation at Mark Yasgur’s Farm. What Joni Mitchell sings about the journey of the billion year old carbon in the woodstock song, or, for that matter sung by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, was actually the same cuppa that the Bauls also bring out in the diegetic tapestry of their folk songs. Purna Das Baul of Bengal befriended by Bob Dylan, appeared in the album cover sleeve of John Wesley Harding.