Offering as a Poetic Bird Flying into Empty Space towards an Accelerated All-Absolute Self: Theta Function of Omega Point is Valve-operation on Kriya-Karma-Prem-Dharma (Latent Isotopic De-Materialization & Successive Re-appearance)

Offering as a Poetic Bird Flying into Empty Space towards an Accelerated All-Absolute Self: Theta Function of Omega Point is Valve-operation on Kriya-Karma-Prem-Dharma (Latent Isotopic De-Materialization & Successive Re-appearance)

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Lahiri-Mahasaya Cosmic Carnival of Light & Peace

He has offered back to it

What he ate in the long years of adversary

Dissolving at the centre; annihilating on the rim

Creation bound by circles and trapeziums and retroactive geometric fibers

He as in time is eternity lost

He as in time is innocence of the self absorbed light

He as in time is the night of the dead pan and the raven

He as in time is himself breathing through the nostrils of a horse

Running across miles of open space that curve, twist and turn

Great is the sunlight trapped in the evening hour-glass of the sands

Stars on the bosom of the sea rolls the wave that rocks the moon

Swinging like the tide in a vortex up and down

Miracles waste time; scriptures swallow in silence

They cannot – they cannot tell you the essence of living

Yoga is a newsreel only the names changed their addresses

They cannot tell you the real thing

Jim Morrison-Time's Petals That Flower Life as the Love for the Indivisible One

Jim Morrison-Time’s Petals That Flower Life as the Love for the Indivisible One

Perhaps an answer is sought by time offering himself to question his own existence

Time doesn’t know but he believes in it and burn

Revolving in the elevator the ticks cannot hear the tocks

Only the sun crossed the paths through the kriya of evolution

From Krishna to Christ is a long conscious journey

Sorrows churn the matsya in the ocean

The currents blow the conch shell

An interim time: cast your doubts

A drop of fire cried like the pyre on the edge of great salvation

It’s the coming of Kya-Kwi-Ka-Kalki

-Joy

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The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

Gopala: The Essential Light of Self-Development , Cranar Avom Quantum Consciousness Non-Dual Virtual/Madubani Folk Art, India

Gopala: The Essential Light of Self-Development , Cranar Avom Quantum Consciousness Non-Dual Virtual/Madubani Folk Art, India

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

“An auxiliar light

Came from my mind which on the setting sun

Bestow’d new splendour…”

(Prelude, William Wordsworth)

Bliss is the yantra of Sri Khetra

A self-induced trance-trip into the infinite realms

An opening of closed doors within the walls of human existence

An awakening of cellular consciousness –solar visitation of the moons

The Lord of the creation resides in the haploid gamete

Winged-Buddha of mani padme hum

Vajrayana Vashistha of the starlight kingdoms

A twilight of infant clouds sailing across a vast sea of resources

It sees the mirage in the mirror of its memory

Computes the mystery of the unnamed source

From where all destiny must emerge

Or it’s a dull scene on a stage where actors are dead

A room of despair and a vain glorious epiphany of human error

An endless stream of cycles of the same accord – the past Yugas were a procastination of time

The olive branches on the fading floor

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

Fallen leaves on an ocean of impulse

Masks of freedom, camouflage retreats

Winds blow that cannot hear the fluting cry

Or feel the feet beneath a grass of mists

Shishirer nupure Sri Angan – Sri Khetra

The dewy laden time is the everlasting hope

A promise of the tetra-foliate diamond night

From the dawn of eternity’s only choice

We shall be the last standing under a broken roof

Under the tree of light, shining back of horses hoof

Utter the last syllables the knower shall know

A moment of great revelation – a para-kranti tandava of all principles of truth

What you see, what you seize, what exists and not

A fiery storm unleashed the Savitur–Eye of the All-Conscient Self

It’s a turning point in the history of death

That thou wilting under the sun shall chant the Hari Nam

And cover the lost spaces that we walk alone towards the origin.

HARI OM TAT SAT

– Joy