Nonlocal Circuit in Quantum Leap: Self-Integrating the Boson Jump into Wave Cloud Possibilities Using Monet’s Landscape and Rodin’s Sculpture

Sunset at Lavacourt, Claude Monet, 1880 (Impressionism)

Consciousness-Analogue

The sun has floated its wings on the mirror of the sea,

 On a river plate, painting its shapes with wonderful images

Lakshmi-Narayana and the Kalchakra and Gita

A song embodiment of the rudra-veena, vayu-vyas, deva-putras

Carrying through it, Horus and Hathor and the Tigris and Euphrates

In the broken arms of the lost sailing ships, Artemis and Durga

Apollo, Demeter, Jupiter, Athena and Aphrodite

Sat-Tat-Lila in the stringed melody of Gopala

In the memory of the cross-fountain of final crucifixion

In the parable of Osiris, in the Krishna-Arjuna arrow head

Faith-circle integrated by Manu as Adam in the Tree of Life

Matter wakes up to see its beauty

As do man, god and beasts

“To Carthage then I came

The Creation of Man, Auguste Rodin, circa 1900/ Garden Villa, Meudon, Paris

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

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                                 burning

In the futile hours of the night,

The stars in their boyhood dreams

Saw light swirling like a monster into light and endless light

The serpent swallowed them all

In the figure a figure or just a dancing head of nothing but them all

See into widening space, into the crown of the Jehovah lapping the last drop of the real absolute

Eternity into time in the mind-caves of Shambhala

Remembering the day spend in the frank oneness of things

As a cult in the dream of Rodin’s creational manuscript

I saw entangled

In the lion of the speech

The tiger wrath of the ocean

Deep inside,

The mountains of that in this is empty

In the rising of the chalice of darkness

Charioting the dawn mist blue sky of further electrospherical fields

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– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “To Carthage…burning” (The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot)

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Picasso’s Guernica and the Evolution of Consciousness

The Day Has Advanced

                                                             Guernica and the Evolution of Consciousness

This is the famous painting that was in direct response to the bombing of the Guernica by the Germans  and Italians in Northern Spain during the Spanish Civil War in the spring of 1937. But Picasso’s Guernica is not only a  symbol steeped in the cultural history of the whole human race, but its something more. The symbolism is not restricted to its time and space but enlarging  every second and entering into the vast cosmic movement towards peace and light. Its the consciousness that is evolving towards human unity, it bares itself from any language of visual identity and merges with the Ineffable Supreme. Human mind with its microscopic view has to look beyond the periphery of his mundane  existence to find the timeless truth depicted in art, to find how Guernica lives as an immortal spirit in the collective aspiration of the human race, to lift them above the dark veils of death and desolation towards liberty and the light.

Consciousness Analogue: Meditation on the Painting, Guernica

From matter’s great tryst with destiny                            

Jean Cocteau and Pablo Picasso Pompeii 1917

     Jean Cocteau and Pablo Picasso Pompeii 1917

There arose a trembling cry, a rebellion a revolt

 Hands that were tied to the invisible chords,

The legs that were heavy and tired sulking in the sun

Were all made free to run the race of the ancient earth

In the winding pathways of the cosmic curve

From bearing the mark at Pompeii to the fire in the Acropolis

To the deep wells in Mesopotamia, to the tapirs in Guatemala

To the calm estuaries and the monsoon lakes

To the flaring forests of jasmine and lavender

The war is over. There is no Guernica, the day has advanced

The broken horns of the bull, the torso of the horse

The girdles of man and the menstrual blood of women

They are the tools and signs of a sea of change

There on the pebbles’ vermillion stains

The moon has cast its silver penny

The yellow-wagtail is poised for a flight

Thy nature has entrusted this burden on a great fewer organisms

To lead the world into its next stage

In the evolutionary ladder, the time is a consort

And there are plants and animals, the stone and the man

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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