In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

The Bon and Kuntu Zangpo, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

Consciousness-Analogue

A wish is a light from the stone

A pure heart assembles its pain transfiguring into joy of eternal delight

In the cloud of differential existence, consciousness is only the tree of being

Remote sensing the father in the palaeographic relic of the adi-tarmas

Adi-hung-ninad avra muatat straz struhet yayastat

Religion will die; compassion can only kindle the true spirit of the creation

There was never any goal set for humankind; man de-morphed himself looking at the endless aping mirrors of this creation

In quest for the rainbow mind, his vision was the Holy Grail that promised him with the sanctity of an only true order

That legend lived on the road to olmo-lung-ring

Magic quatrain of the laughing lines square a root of the Bon in upper kingdom of Tibet

They found him sitting there, his beard and the cross not worn by time’s destitutions

His eyes affixed at a point were moving like a force that generates the power of multiple transformations

Far below the seated throne, the river rippled its way into the golden heart

Ad majorem Dei gloriam- Glory to the god of the New Race

The birds flew where the wind blew; the sky was a haunted thread of Kuntu Zangpo

In the realm of alblackica, only the true thing will remain

In the realm of alblackica, “the old order changeth yielding place to new”.

In the realm of alblackica, there is light shining in the red darkness of frovahin-dawn

Truth cometh soon will reshape the destiny of the whole creation.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The old order changeth yielding place to new”.- The Passing of Arthur, Alfred Tennyson

 

Stone Apparatus of the Mind-Tray in the Formless Vision of the Cat

Quinwing A, Samij Datta

Stone Apparatus of the Mind-Tray in the Formless Vision of the Cat

Consciousness-Analogue

Gurundig had a vision one day

She lay happily in the dream boat of an unknown truth

Played over a piano in c-sharp and minor scales

Arbitrary numbers became alphabets on the mouse-pad of her living world

She saw signals trapped in outer space that are moving in a distance

The equator was the face of a coyote running backwards in time

Frozen circles of memory mesmerize ether’s vibrating nebulas

And under the full moon the bark-tree song remains the same

Ages have passed under the bending sickle’s memorandum of understanding                                                            

Reason has toiled in the garden of its laughter

Weeding tropics with jobless acquisition of wealth

The river plantation have ceased statues collapsed like Mixolydian arcs

Gurundig was the happy mate of a satyr tragopan

Brewing coffee on the magic carpet of Dattatreya mantra

Dattatreya Hari Tat Sat

Forces are coplanar dusk hymns of Alblackica on anti-matter run

The sun is a dog bone chewing time like a dog in the micro-mind ether of the red space

Flying like a libretto of Francesco Cavalli in the Baroque evening of a mid-summer night’s dream

Was Shakespeare born from another planet in a different solar system?

The mind is a holographic universe attaining self-hood through enlightened thoughts

And as Gurundig in other Gurundigs melted like ice, there was an arrow of time like thunder in the skies

Where is the key given in the night of the Nights when the gods slept in the dreams of their destinies?

Where lay your kingdom what waters you have sailed to come to this shore?

Is memory a sacred beast lying in the space oblivious of everything?

Are you still dying or living like a dead in the mirror of mirrors haunted or deserted?

What bones mutter in the air in the shape of a Holocaust and crying like a baby in the infant cradles of your history?

Time was a hidden  line of significance that incarnated points on the index of a page

It read itself incognito

The past is the present in the future of the past

And the past is not a past in the present future of time

But a light of flaming feathers on a quinwing- DNA isomatrix

Heliographic circles of Old Possum’s Practical Cats

Gave alpha zazix turn to king-circle-queen-well substrate of the creation

The wheel is a wheel in the cylindrical psychiquazim mind-matter of Jagannath

Yaya-Chakra-Chintamani-Yaya.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Rupi’s Dance (2003), solo album by Ian Anderson

The Vora-Gate Symbols and the Hymns of the Quark that Save Earth

Save Earth, Samij Datta, 2012

The Vora-Gate Symbols and the Hymns that Save Earth

Consciousness-Analogue

The Vora-gate of the earth is in the centre of this symbol

A p d l are letters to its consciousness

A flower transformed metal pure position prime (reverse exegesis in hyperactive space working!)

Poetry is a straight line woven from the Supermind

Art gives into time its eternity of colours

And eternity is a sweet revelation in the heart of its speech

Voice trance vocation transcends the mind-logic case

Silence an amour propre of the golden nights

Love is a tree whose apples are red in the dawn of Alblackica

Macrospace embedded the E8 in the Menda Brown Line wine-hole

Grapes are the non-local signifiers carrying Bosons (passion at a distance!)

Earth is a sweet sounding melody of Venus

Matter is bliss and consciousness is existence

Trees on its leaves

Made flowers in fruits

The bark became the iron in a time (wime)

Quang (Q)

Umin (U)

Anon (A)

Reng (R)

Kriya (K)

Shantih Shantih Shantih

 

(Wime: A Special META-TRAGETH TIME- Non-Existential Existential)

Ref: Tribal Art, Bengal, 2012