THE PROXEMICS OF TIME IN CONSCIOUS EVOLUTION OF KALACHAKRA MANDALA: ‘SHAMBHALA IN TWILIGHT RADIANCE OF KALPURUSHA’ (THE WORK IS THE HEART OF THE MATTER ENTERING HIGHER DIMENSIONS)
“First man stood, shifting stance
while germs of sight
unfurl’d Flags in his skull
and quickening, hair, nails, skin
turned slowly, whirl’d, in
the warm aquarium, warm
wheel turning”.
– Jim Morrison
‘Hay Hay Jay Jay Pralay Pay
Tay Thay Day Dhay Bandhu Nai Jay’
(Hari Hari Hari Kau) (Maha-Nam Maha-Nam)
– Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor (Chandrapat: The Descent of the Moon)
Time the wheel-barrow spinning
Centre without the point originates creation
Fragrance of light cuts through the four corners
Substance, form takes shape
Justifying the journey from the star field and beyond
Into the woods that harvest the tree of life
Mother of the seven seas, island fathers and mountains
Deep beneath the corpus of time –awakening
I hear the monstrous thud of the riders gliding past
Marching on, their armour brighter than the sun
Moonlight passes by threading the halo of the image reconstruction
A silent working of nature’s force is the coming sign of the truth Absolute
Thoughts are garlanded by the pool of an unknown mysterious energy
Doorways to the electromagnetic cusp of cosmic junction
Three ways into one to get one on one
A yantra of convergence – time evolution consciousness
The Shiva tattva is the Bramha dream in the Vishnu optical twilight
A dawn of poetic symbols carrying the chalice on the horse’s head
Three ways into the one gets two less than one in Christ’s alter of crucifixion
Time is a long sequence of fractal integers meeting neither at a point
Nor it originates from any
Kalachakra in the Adi-Buddha flowering tetra-foliate diamond light
Enter shambhala exit from the conch shell of Hari
Breathe in the silence repeating itself
A measure of things called love – rasa of the free-particle drop, dance, disappear
They know the bits from qubits in fine lines symmetric coherence
Allow the Will to master the craft and be the harbinger of peace and light
Time swallows itself from the pit evoking the fountain to split Zeus’ head
And a little light set afoot tinkling like rainbow pearls
It knows its way as the fish and the bird in the wheel of time.
– Joy