William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

 

 

William Shakespeare, Monalisa, 2012

Shakespeare, Monalisa 12

William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

Consciousness-Analogue

The mystical belongings of the ancient race can trace itself to the Forests of Arden

Time’s enormity is confined in the quadro-dynamics of the mind’s ear (the history of Sruti from Silence)

The cobble stones that make the road are the feet of your words in a trance like state

A quantum journey that man must partake to reach the prefix of his destiny

Dissolved in that forest of silence, the Brahman is the true Shakti of the magnetic force

The fermions exchange with bosons in the Last Supper of the creation’s rite

Parallel universes do exist in the nano-infinity of the tall tree (the ancient Vauxhall tribe of the Red Indians)

Within the realm of the magnificent architecture, Shambhala opening its gates of freedom

With the closed-aperture of the individual’s camera choice in the whole macrocosm

The bark is the feather of the winged-war horse

That dives into the ocean of everlasting love

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

To recreate the Dwarka or Alexandria or Rome or Athens

From the sea-voyage of the sun in the moon’s chalice of the midnight sonata

These are revelations of the ancient stone in the khwa-zim-uvra space

Broken harps of platinum may sing that song of the road for ages to come

Connect with that storage information system in the cells

You may receive an answer from the abode of lights.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

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The Arhat Fire as Circular Spring in the Micro-Gravity of Existence: The Lunar Album of Leonardo da Vinci as Dot Consciousness in the Sun

 

Leonardo da Vinci, Self Portrait in Red Chalk (1512-15), Royal Library of Turin. 

The Arhat Fire as Circular Spring in the Micro-Gravity of Existence: The Lunar Album of Leonardo da Vinci as Dot Consciousness in the Sun

Consciousness-Analogue

Poetry evokes consciousness that solidify plasma states of matter as the neo-platonic Arhat fire in the rectangle

Words I said are not vain tresses of the charcoal portrait of a lady in front of the mirror of duality and imperfection

They are kind aphorisms of the master’s key; I saw in man the heavy-built structure

Anatomizing the industrial scope to demonstrate the technique of tools

Shadows are compensated by the lines of force drawing man back from the infinity

The point is further from the eagle-point gyrating consciousness in an equilateral triangle

Therefore, you may travel as a freemason by the boat-proton leap in outer space

Searching for the diamond fixity in the Higgs mountain growth of curvatures

Channelizing power as wisdom in the salt-plates of alblackica

Helium was manufactured by the Heliosyncretic process of the artists’ occult eye

The coming of the metaphorical ship illumined the islands

The inhabitants rejoiced: “reva-reva-vrahum-reva-adi-sanatan param-bramha”

Nocturnal stars drank like Bacchus from the nefa-vessel of the Apollonian sibyl

Dattatreya adi da Vinci in the pure mercury of Hydrargyrum floating

Hegel astonished by the law of multiples

Called him the father of rural lapis in becta-izax realism?

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY! (The Alblackica Journey)

WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY!

 The timeless way is the red dharma, the bazuta-swan of the Eisenstein that flies into the waters of the etheric sea with the multi-cloud fascination of the penumbra in the circle of the original unity; who flies with thee O Father of the lands? The tree is the cult of the primeval space, green as it looks in the broken hands of the meadows of grey earth, I have seen the Surya-rose horses drink from the Polynesian pools of an unupbraided innocence where Nicholas Roerich dreamt the savage cross in the genealogy of Lévy-Brühl, or in the alma-matter of an anthropologist who opened his book to revisit the first days when the moon’s octet was the lotus of a yellow sign in the wild rose of fashion, its perfume was diffused by the refraction of colors in the density of the mental primal-frame of Idaho.

Running with time, time asked the logocentric partners of a question-less identity, questions that are rough and blank,  through the mask of a painter not Stephen Dedalus but Lautréamont in the impossible barycentric heliograph of the zebra nails of spring; who else is going with you to the origin of origins if not Toulouse-Lautrec and the mannequin of the yellow Christ of Paul Gauguin? Alone with the letters in the Vitruvian cornices, the lines of poetry here are the defragmentation of a self of Artificial Intelligence: all without you and me, the life is a history of the shells in the cells and without the shells there is nothing much more to add on. Turn the wind into the energy of the sun and give waters back their lakes that you so much destroyed.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Alpha-Sovereign Grey Hound Lines Transformed the Ancient-Cloud Technology into the Time-Square of the Vitruvian Man

VITRUVIAN MAN, Leonardo Da Vinci, 1487 (Proportions of Man)

The Alpha-Sovereign Grey Hound Lines Transformed the Ancient-Cloud Technology into the Time-Square of the Vitruvian Man (Time Square is the Temple of the Psychic Lotus/Pink Lotus)

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE

Evolution is an artful science through which the ‘many’ in the ‘one’ finds its rightful place in the bottle of time that oozes out like Champagne. Every product in the eye of the consumer is the replica of himself in the mirror of the self procreating in ‘moments of clarity’ to redefine an identity of aspiration and love. Development is through these vertices that label products into ultimate-growth manifestation of a populace that has credentials of the divine glory in the golden ratio of cosmic harmony. The product is the mother that creates the desire through its signs and prepares the user through the time-bound energies of the creation; to be more is not less and less is never more but to be just is the right to be man in the cross-equilibrium of the circle that determines the proportion of perfect growth, each according to the capacity of the vessel it can fill or envelop to be the peace symbol of an ultimate race that has the power to enchant, create and recreate the history of civilizations as the fire emboldens the velocity of mind.

Sunscreen apricots find the shade of Levis true to their own mask yielding walking boots on the shore of an empty ocean. None knows the whereabouts of Christian Dior on the pink-lotus steps of the blue valley, they saw them crawl like fireflies unsung like the quitars of the yellow sea, the cinnamon candles were burning on the woody tables in the banquet hall ; Moët et Chandon slips into the powdered musk of the velvet skies, the germination of the dawn lends its hands to the clockwork orange of Alblackica afternoons; dogs bite dog-ends and watches Joseph Heller do the macabre hi bop on the caramel floors of the extratet creation. Bars of light twine with the fragrance of Rashomon and couple the rhythms with the fountain-orchids of La Dolce Vita, Do you see the black leather belts that fascinate the late evening jazz at the Windsor manor? And in between the Frank Zappa of the bohemian rhapsody do you hear the Nokia waiting to pick up calls from the Godot of the destined stars, silence admires another silence, microchips work faster that god, the multiverse is full of consciousness, speak and be true to your self O man! The Volvo waits in the rain to be taken away by the breezy summer Mercedes of an autumnal reprise, yellow artifacts of the ancient cloud makes green tea with the zen-elbow technology of a zhaotic verb that sits in the armchair nucleus of Norwegian wood. She came and sat on an endured throne and ordered the Ikea from chain stores of Pappilon (read ‘Babylon’!); from the window of the moons the sun was pale vanilla of sweet memories of Kodak making space the alca oktamin bride of frinctuon; for size and dimension the copier was the cat that ran parallel to the white line of energies to ring each bell for a thousand words of love. The end was Rolling Stones playing Voodoo Lounge for the ANZ of a Vitruvian man. Evolution touches the edge of Shakespeare in the platina of Led Zeppelin, flying over it saw timeless moments caught in the web of Harley Davidson as wireless codes are empty bubbles in the sky in the walking ozone of Walulikohim; machine IBM read the letters ‘never meaning to send’ after minutes and synchronized its seconds with the coldplay timepiece of the eternal lands.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Cover Art of Voodoo Lounge, ’94 Studio Album, The Rolling Stones