The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

Consciousness-Analogue in a Dialogue

The flower is the nectar of the tree

Mind-yeast fermentation yields magic numbers of the super-fast agent of light particle-carriers

Grammar is the logic-boat of argumentative process, anti-grammar is empty

The ships sail through Methuselah, Jagannath in Alblackica domain

The lord is the lord of the sand-particle in the boat-mesons of the aborigines

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”

Alpha omega virtues of the time in zime give red earth some rain

Coal splinters are the clock in the cyclones of infinity

Yime-horse running on space-field grace-built structure

6971>T<1769 6 words in August make the Nepoleon

Tat Sat Adi Om

Brahman is Brahman the magic particle in elementary prosody

Racine wrote tragedy of man that is humus to the plants        

And plants are flowers in the existence of consciousness

In the plabintim-circuit of the creation, the stone was a task-force of resurrection.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture/West Sikkim, Joy Roy Choudhury

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”, Kubla Khan, S. T. Coleridge

Artwork, Samij Datta, 2012

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Macrospace E7 and The Consciousness within the Psychic Domain of the Parabrahman Lila

E7, Samij Datta, 2012

Macrospace E7 and The Consciousness within the Psychic Domain of the Parabrahman Lila

Consciousness-Analogue

I heard a voice ‘Have you heard of Uri Geller?’ He (the macro-space binding, unbinding) is trying to speak to Him

Cross-triangular hatch gnomic space

In the Auric lambda of the PSI, time-space fields are irrational constants

 

There is a river in every circle of the trapezium watching the sun-spots reflected on its plate

The tree calls the distant other by the box-capital time

E7 > 1 > 0 <E7

There is no unity without the separation

The whole constant ratio is the migratory hymn of the sun-blacksheep-alblackica

The surds are the boatmen of Methuselah, Uri said I heard

Closed-aperture gap is only what the camera knows when light fears the velocity of light

Levitate on cobalt cadmium and helium-4

An answer from the farthest point is arriving soon

Who is the host in a world of awesome stupidity?

Run back in time to run forward in time, walk on eating your legs Sage?

Grass power-moon Chandrapat absolute

Lorahimcratekfelt feldspar mind on jaziz-jaziz turn, twist wrap and shout on Bandhu-Lila-Tarangini

Elohim Elohim on kaon koan and baryons

As the south sea faces the vast enclosure at its mouth

Gazing it ate the stars of the frozen nights-belts entangled

Oxytomes is Sidgwick In Memory of Elizabeth Reed.

– Joy Roy Choudhury