Awakening with the Birds ‘in their Chambers of Green’: The Zen Art of Story-Telling and the ‘Haiku’ Garden of Doodling

Divine Mother Symbol

”Light” 

From the quickened womb of the primal gloom,

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

The sun rolled, black and bare,

Till I wove him a vest for his Ethiop breast,

Of the threads of my golden hair;

And when the broad tent of the firmament

Arose on its airy spars,

I pencilled the hue of its matchless blue,

And spangled it around with stars.

I painted the flowers of the Eden bowers,

White Jasmine in Bloom

”Leaves of Living Green” – Sri Aurobindo 

And their leaves of living green,

And mine were the dyes in the sinless eyes

Of Eden’s Virgin queen;

And when the fiend’s art in the truthful heart

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Had fastened its mortal spell,

In the silvery sphere of the first-born tear

To the trembling earth I fell.

When the waves that burst o’er a world accurst

Their work of wrath had sped,

And the Ark’s lone few, tried and true,

Came forth among the dead.

With the wondrous gleams of the bridal beams,

I bade their terrors cease,

As I wrote on the roll of the storm’s dark scroll

God’s covenant of peace.

Like a pall at rest on the senseless breast,

Night’s funeral shadow slept—

Where shepherd swains on Bethlehem’s plains,

Their lonely vigils kept,

When I flashed on their sight, the heralds bright,

Of Heaven’s redeeming plan,

As they chanted the morn, the Saviour born—

Joy, joy, to the outcast man!

Equal favour I show to the lofty and low,

On the just and the unjust I descend:

E’en the blind, whose vain spheres, roll in
darkness and tears,

Feel my smile—the blest smile of a friend.

Nay, the flower of the waste by my love is embraced,

As the rose in the garden of kings:

At the chrysalis bier of the morn I appear,

And lo! the gay butterfly wings.

The desolate morn, like the mourner forlorn,

Conceals all the pride of her charms,

Till I bid the bright hours, chase the night from
her flowers,

And lead the young day to her arms.

And when the gay rover seeks Eve for her lover,

And sinks to her balmy repose,

I wrap the soft rest by the zephyr-fanned west,

In curtains of amber and rose.

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

From my sentinel steep by the night-brooded deep

I gaze with the unslumbering eye,

When the cynosure star of the mariner

Is blotted out from the sky:

And guided by me through the merciless sea,

Though sped by the hurricane’s wings,

His companionless, dark, lone, weltering bark,

To the haven home safely he brings.

I waken the flowers in the dew-spangled bowers,

The birds in their chambers of green,

And mountain and plain glow with beauty again,

As they bask in their matinal sheen.

O, if such the glad worth of my presence on earth,

Though fitful and fleeting the while,

What glories must rest on the home of the blessed,

Ever bright with the Deity’s smile.

– Sri Aurobindo, 1st poem at the age of 10, written in Manchester, UK (appeared in Fox’s Weekly 11th Jan, 1883)

This is the pure consciousness of the witnessing self best experienced when the mind is young and fresh and most importantly is de-conditioned. The state of Blakean ”innocence” is also a state void of action, pure and self-luminous. The child is closest to nature since he/she is born out of nature and the growth process is natural and organic. The child sees ‘things as they are’ not coloured by opinions and complexity of the thought processes and, therefore, much closer to the divinity shining inside. This is also the state of primordial awakening not by any effort but by the grace of the Self:  ”I waken the flowers in the dew-spangled bowers,
The birds in their chambers of green,…” this is closest to a satori experience in Zen. Here, if you read with awareness, you will find a circularity in the composition which starts from a central point in the petal (which is T.S. Eliot’s ‘the still point of the turning world’ in the Four Quartets/here the ‘quickened womb’) and moves along cyclically to the outermost petal creating arrangements through the psycho-kinesthetic process of creative mind exploring the experience of childhood innocence and beauty. Mind is like mirror reflecting anything that falls before it but doesn’t retain any form or shape itself. This which is our very nature is the ”buddha nature” already pure and unstained by any causality. As Ashtavakra said: the bondage is this that you practice samadhi.

Lao Tzu has said often that the natural order is an indefinable order. Man is already organic to the whole system in the universe. The separation of man and nature is because of the thinking process and is only an apparent reality. And the seer-poet of Tao and Zen sings: ”picking chrysanthemums on the eastern fence/gazing in silence of the southern hills/the birds fly home to the soft mountain air of dusk…

So, the fundamental teaching is the art of suspending thought and react spontaneously like the universe (like the child, or, like the flowers, bees and birds). For the artist or the sculptor, it comes down to one single brush stroke or action where there is unity and no differentiation between the body and mind (and its thoughts). This is also mindfulness or moment to moment non-judgemental awareness. In the spontaneity of rhythm the differentiation is severed and the dancer and the dance become one.

“O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,/ Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?/ O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,/ How can we know the dancer from the dance?” (”Among School Children, W.B. Yeats)

The dancer and the dance cannot be separated; while playing the musical instrument at the zenith of creativity the musician and the instrument (sitar or violin) are one. This unity of consciousness is our very nature, our primordial being our own nirvana.

-J

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ARE YOU A DREAM DOODLER?

Are you a nature enthusiast? And do you love stories? Then you will love the ikebana-inspired story gardens conceptualised and created by Alokananda Mukherjee.

You will find winnie the pooh jumping into the bucket of honey in the 100 acre woods while the thirsty crow is cleverly strategizing to quench his thirst from the pitcher amidst nature. The smile of contentment on the face of the cute little monks will touch your heart while the white Budhha statue in the middle of the serene nature will sooth your senses.

All these will be presented to you in a mini garden which can be placed at any part of your house or office as a wonderful piece of art.

Visit the stall of ‘Dream Doodlers’ at the Bangkok Bazar which will be held on 14th and 15th of March at 4A, Short street.

Event:Bangkok Bazar

Stall of Dream Doodlers

Date:14th-15th March’2018

Time:11am-8pm’

Venue:Ganpati banquet,4A, Short street

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Cheers!

Dream Doodlers

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It was the Hour Before the Jazz: p-brane Oscillation and Dark Energy in the Empty Space

Montreux Jazz Festival 1971 poster

Montreux Jazz Festival 1971 poster

“If You Still Have to Ask, Shame on You”.

– Louis Armstrong’s reply to What Jazz Is

 

“You cannot solve a problem in the same level that it was created. You must rise above it to the next level” – Albert Einstein                                                                 

Jesus : Light from Shambhala

Jesus : Light from Shambhala

“Ever desireless one can see the mystery. 

Ever desiring one can see the manifestations. 

These two spring from the same thing”. – Lao Tzu /Tao Te Ching

 

 It was the hour before the jazz

In the sub tenor alto space

Dreams didn’t navigate the reality to come

Born from the future sequence of time

It crystallized the aura of melody in the bathing of a star

It will create its own language orientation for attainment of nirvikalpa

The tree must cry                                                  

Jim Morrison: "Every Day a New Day" - Zen Proverb

Jim Morrison: “Every Day a New Day” – Zen Proverb

The valley deepen

And rivers flow to soothe the nerves

This is a peculiar predicament of the cycles

Even the gods are bound by this ocular vision

A full circle of paradigmatic chaos inverts a high-order mind resolution – can you transpose alphabets from void

Sometimes unknowingly the knower knows the unknown – journey of the supermind

When light was a child in the womb of darkness

It loved the solitude and bliss

At day break thought’s insane force made him run

Ever since that big bang it ran to every corners

But the shadow did not leave him alone…’

-J

                                     

Revelation of the Floating Multiverse and the Sutra of Emptiness from the Absolute: Bliss as the Soul Cause of Existence

Eight Daoist Immortals ArtistTani Buncho

Eight Daoist Immortals ArtistTani Buncho

 

“Look Within!

The Secret is Inside You” – Hui-Neng – One of the Six Patriarchs

Reality in a Trance Like State: When the peach blossoms, the sun falls; the moon’s lotus leaves touch the air. The great daoist way is to not attain anything or something or everything or a part of the thing which is ‘that’ or ‘it’ or the I as me the Self. This process of continuity is based on quintessence. It’s a dynamic movement like music where each state identifies itself with other states their difference is the unity, their law, the non-law, their assonance is their dissonance. Pure material essence or everything else is a self-expression of the Dao. When the flower speaks and the sound clatters and the mind oxidised into rust then that way is the Dao…the Fall, the Rise, the Circumvention all are Dao.

The wooden chair was once the tree will become ash one day – each state carries the essence in concealed form called the ‘ananda; the ash too will mix will soil and become the fertile ground for the growth of another tree of the same or different kind – there is a circularity in the process and this kind of information inflow is always reversible and quantum in nature.

Dao is an effortless practical way of waking up and going to sleep and by repeating this it transcends the practicality of existential life and, therefore, frees itself from everything there is or will be.

There is a smoothness in the creation – that is Dao

Nagarjuna

Nagarjuna

There is a roughness in the creation – that too is Dao

Imperfection-perfection all are Dao

What is inevitable is the Dao – it’s the course to that Inevitability
innumerable buddhas fuse into One

Nothing is done

And everything made and become possible

Little bird hops

Leaves are singing

A tiny drop wakes when falls

That is the true state – the state of boundless self-awakening…

Everything happen that way or this way – it’s the Dao

The force that nurtures contains in it the pure essence of existence

Bliss is the primal cause for Sat to create the Chit to weave a condition to self-create things

Mountains on my hand

Becomes rivers and seas

All are washed away

And dried

Under the sun and the moon               Sri Krishna Revealing the Universe in His Mouth

The great stars fade and dim

Return like the biker around that arc

The wind pedals gracefully

And in my mouth

The universe

Vibrate like strings

Each substance from its cause

Sprung from me

To that yields the joy of the whole creation

Besides, All are empty!

– J

 

 

The Lost Art of Teaching: Thought’s Calligraphy on the Viviparous Sun Directs Non-Time Melodies

For Children the Gates of Paradise, William Blake, 1793

For Children the Gates of Paradise, William Blake, 1793

The Lost Art of Teaching: Thought’s Calligraphy on the Viviparous Sun Directs Non-Time Melodies

All time is eternal – time is information contained in a system

Non-time is solution of system-paradoxes from granular opaque quadrangular to transparent rotating icosahedrons

What we share we know we live for each other? The planet breathes on its own…

Leaves appear 1, 2, 3, 5 and 8…

A part of the whole

The moon’s red face hides the sun’s white gold

West Meets East The Historic Shankar Menuhin Sessions

West Meets East The Historic Shankar Menuhin Sessions

Copper dome has written on it the source of life’s destiny

Gathered around the worm-hole

Take a deep plunge…1793…1837…2318…

And end up on the other side of non-time

Journey is a process called transformation

Matter evolves from third state to fifth, eighth, eleventh endlessly

What does matter know about itself?

It’s an involuted pattern of existence that changes with rapid expansion accepting the Tao

Matter is yatter-processed memory of qubits in the field of interactions

What is the purpose of these interactions?

Why do you exist in this exchange?

To nullify your existence –to dissolute

Or to walk in the void rising from the sea like a dragon of light engulfing the whole truth of this creation?

Again, my Son, what is the purpose?

Sri Ramana Maharshi and Krishnaprem

Sri Ramana Maharshi and Sri Krishnaprem

The truth is in your consciousness

A beautiful dance plucked the strings of a sitar

A movement was observed

A melody line established

All without any hidden agenda

There is NO AGENDA in the Book of the Mother

There flowers blossom offering them to the Soul’s Constitution

And the bees hum the caterpillar smoothes the underside of a leaf

Till it feels the vibration in its body

Its yidam is the sun-vast conscience in the lunar petals

That pours fragrance as colours into the dewy chalice

Void is filled at last with great light

The Imago feels a vibration of strings

Reciprocate proteins with the non-local field

Soon butterflies will be born in the wilderness

What’s the purpose of all these, my Son?

There are mud walls in the sky everywhere

Each quarter so isotropic

Smeared with stars on the body of a coelacanth

Floating on the edge of a bubble packed with energy unknown to time

And time is liquid gravity

Matter revolts on its own against its law to find its higher self

All defined by NO Agenda

It’s lovely if you think; stillness mirrors time’s memory

Perfection allows the only hope of non-time

A promise not forsaken

A silence not abandoned

Too great a victory that cannot be put in words

Only thoughts exist…

Separation withered distance between them

God and Adam One and the same

Yathropa Yaziz walking time in silence

In between all,  Love is the Ocean of Rasa!

– J

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception

Lao Tzu

Lao Tzu

 

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception 

 

Walking is an act of submission of the self

Time is the quarzon self

Stretching itself beyond the creation

A rainbow disc of dao de jing

The great ascended masters are coming back again…

Through this way…

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Walking is the will of the Supreme able to manifest its own elements

Earth, Air, Fire, Water form the  tetrahedral grid of the Yahweh

We walk into the hall of light

Disappear into the void

Reappear again in our astral self

Our Bio-electric circuits running fast from one level to another

Changing dimensions as we move

Eternally changing

Lahiri-Mahsaya

Lahiri-Mahsaya

To perfect the very act of walking

an experience of a red supergiant star with its suprenova

A dwarf star with its cosmic microwave background

On the terrace we call the sky, on the surface of cold ice

In between caverns and rock edifices

In the holy core, in the conscious interior

Like a sphinx we walk

Invisibly connecting the ancient spirit with the supramental

Walking is the silent speech of the Jiva- an act of higher manifestation

Walking constructs language and hidden geometries

Silence is the labour of pain invoking the hidden powers

Walking release the passion of the mind

We capture images, we tell stories, we make things happen

The multiverse speaks to us

The journey rewards our occult fantasy

Slowly taking us to the ecstatic point

That calls forth our pilgrimage

And our existence…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

The Resurrection of Time in the Valley of the Stars Riding the Xenon Calf of Superman

Vaxuta Eternal, Samij Datta 2012

The Resurrection of Time in the Valley of the Stars Riding the Xenon Calf of Superman

Consciousness-Analogue

Silence is an anonymous poet who has painted the murals of the sky with the stars

He himself is the king advocate of the divine order in the creation

His vessels are the building blocks of consciousness

His reign over time has crossed the eternal existence

His kingdom has harboured man with manifold gifts

From the naked desire he gave cognition its birth from 8verb-light-muscle5 /matter of the Creatrix

And the speech came out from the Brouhaman gripping sound-tablets walking like verbs

Ganges slept on the mind of the man (manu)

Nile was overflowing through his veins

Mississippi was his destiny of dreams                                                       

And the Volga gave him the rare instinctive faculty of effect-cause synthesis

Lao Tzu was an ancient man

Lao Tzu was him

Silence crucified himself in the para-brahman 6-afterlight-6 causes

The night sang the glory of the day in the deep honour of his love

Ringing petals as if they are bells in the odyssey of the light leaping into the sea

The stars say it’s the resurrection of time in the lap of its mother

Vaxuta was only looking at the mountains, farmers, horses and elephants

Ambatat-harstot-afraz-haramaz

Entire-Creation-Entire= (JAZUP –YAWUX-786 UKA) System Evolution Strength

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Lao-Tzu Painting

“The great Chinese sage Lao-tze has said: ‘One who may die, but will not perish, has life everlasting’. It means that he lives in the life of the immortal Man. The urging for this life induces men to go through the struggle for a true survival.

– Man’s Nature, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures, Oxford (1930), Rabindranath Tagore