We are perceivers. We are an awareness; we are not objects; we have no solidity. We are boundless. The world of objects and solidity is a way of making our passage on earth convenient. – Michael Talbot (Author of the Holographic Universe)
The Endless quest a vigil of watchtowers and fortresses
against the sea and time.
Jim Morrison- An American Poet
Have they won? Perhaps.
They still stand and in
their silent rooms wander the souls of the dead.
who keep their watch on the living.
Soon enough we shall join them
Soon enough we shall walk the walls of time.
We shall miss nothing
except each other. – Jim Morrison
Krishna as Gopala
Flames of tongue burn brightly as the white sun
In between rock, sand and seas
Eternal Flame/Ma Jwalamukhi/Annapurna Ma/Kangra Valley, HP
From empty space sounds direct the eternal words
They come into being, disappear into nothing
Self-constructed from that seminal fluid of the void
Stars are formed with big gaseous bodies that hurl against each other
Screaming in the darkness, crying in the lonesome highway
They hear unto me
Soft languid motionless and still
Perpetuates the golden order of things
Accelerating on the fringes
Runaway to distant galaxies
One with the other entwined
They formulate the rhythm of expansion and contraction
Do you feel rainbow spark on the bosom of my wings
Or on the misty petals of the twilight garden
Do you feel the thunder over the distant mountains?
Do you see beneath the ocean’s floor the schism?
Are you living or dead?
Can you walk on my shore breathe on my waves?
Are you afraid of trying? Lying? Vying?
Are you the poet, artist or the Lord?
Lord Krishna/Adi Purusha
Who are you in the epic battles of Mahabharata?
Are you the vibration of things that kindle fire in the promontory?
Are you the winds that whisper clouds the song of the eternal man?
Are you the day dreamer of the quantum rasa-lila?
The supramental intelligence of the creational matrix?
Are you the clown in the cave of infancy fluting the minstrelsy of bygone years?
Are you the question of primordial birth & its quest?
In the higgs field they are searching the quaro-hizboic time of complete resurrection?
What time is not what space is what god substance from that singularity?
Divine Mother/Mirra Alfassa
Krishna janame Krishna – Krishna janame Radha-Krishna
The garden is now without its spring vitality
The waters flow on an inundated hollow Mesozoic curvature
Spinning and twisting legs that cannot know its source
Where are you when they ravaged the forests with their poison oak?
This is the time,
This is the time
To reconsider the future
Seconds are dying into nano-seconds without the remembrance of your grace?
This is now a cultivated wasteland
A mortal blemish of the unconditioned love
Future in all di sitter space fashions the geometric octave of spiral galaxies
You are the event horizon – the cosmic point of the knower and the known
What is known is still unknown to the world?
Come lying involuted in the conch shell as the prolific sound
Come today as the retrocausal sign-ship of destiny
Come to orchestrate the great beginning of things
Earth-to-earth from p-creation to m-creation-mirra
Words won’t last that very long, the great surge beyond
Within your yogic state all things shall flow and merge
Into that finality of light, everlasting light
From darkness shore I saw the triple-headed sun of Krishna
Descending fast on anti-gravity shield
Cows milk the ocean of the worlds into the seven sages of the swar
Flames of the tongue burn brightly as the sun…
– Joy Roy Choudhury
