Awakening with the Birds ‘in their Chambers of Green’: The Zen Art of Story-Telling and the ‘Haiku’ Garden of Doodling

Divine Mother Symbol

”Light” 

From the quickened womb of the primal gloom,

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

The sun rolled, black and bare,

Till I wove him a vest for his Ethiop breast,

Of the threads of my golden hair;

And when the broad tent of the firmament

Arose on its airy spars,

I pencilled the hue of its matchless blue,

And spangled it around with stars.

I painted the flowers of the Eden bowers,

White Jasmine in Bloom

”Leaves of Living Green” – Sri Aurobindo 

And their leaves of living green,

And mine were the dyes in the sinless eyes

Of Eden’s Virgin queen;

And when the fiend’s art in the truthful heart

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Had fastened its mortal spell,

In the silvery sphere of the first-born tear

To the trembling earth I fell.

When the waves that burst o’er a world accurst

Their work of wrath had sped,

And the Ark’s lone few, tried and true,

Came forth among the dead.

With the wondrous gleams of the bridal beams,

I bade their terrors cease,

As I wrote on the roll of the storm’s dark scroll

God’s covenant of peace.

Like a pall at rest on the senseless breast,

Night’s funeral shadow slept—

Where shepherd swains on Bethlehem’s plains,

Their lonely vigils kept,

When I flashed on their sight, the heralds bright,

Of Heaven’s redeeming plan,

As they chanted the morn, the Saviour born—

Joy, joy, to the outcast man!

Equal favour I show to the lofty and low,

On the just and the unjust I descend:

E’en the blind, whose vain spheres, roll in
darkness and tears,

Feel my smile—the blest smile of a friend.

Nay, the flower of the waste by my love is embraced,

As the rose in the garden of kings:

At the chrysalis bier of the morn I appear,

And lo! the gay butterfly wings.

The desolate morn, like the mourner forlorn,

Conceals all the pride of her charms,

Till I bid the bright hours, chase the night from
her flowers,

And lead the young day to her arms.

And when the gay rover seeks Eve for her lover,

And sinks to her balmy repose,

I wrap the soft rest by the zephyr-fanned west,

In curtains of amber and rose.

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

From my sentinel steep by the night-brooded deep

I gaze with the unslumbering eye,

When the cynosure star of the mariner

Is blotted out from the sky:

And guided by me through the merciless sea,

Though sped by the hurricane’s wings,

His companionless, dark, lone, weltering bark,

To the haven home safely he brings.

I waken the flowers in the dew-spangled bowers,

The birds in their chambers of green,

And mountain and plain glow with beauty again,

As they bask in their matinal sheen.

O, if such the glad worth of my presence on earth,

Though fitful and fleeting the while,

What glories must rest on the home of the blessed,

Ever bright with the Deity’s smile.

– Sri Aurobindo, 1st poem at the age of 10, written in Manchester, UK (appeared in Fox’s Weekly 11th Jan, 1883)

This is the pure consciousness of the witnessing self best experienced when the mind is young and fresh and most importantly is de-conditioned. The state of Blakean ”innocence” is also a state void of action, pure and self-luminous. The child is closest to nature since he/she is born out of nature and the growth process is natural and organic. The child sees ‘things as they are’ not coloured by opinions and complexity of the thought processes and, therefore, much closer to the divinity shining inside. This is also the state of primordial awakening not by any effort but by the grace of the Self:  ”I waken the flowers in the dew-spangled bowers,
The birds in their chambers of green,…” this is closest to a satori experience in Zen. Here, if you read with awareness, you will find a circularity in the composition which starts from a central point in the petal (which is T.S. Eliot’s ‘the still point of the turning world’ in the Four Quartets/here the ‘quickened womb’) and moves along cyclically to the outermost petal creating arrangements through the psycho-kinesthetic process of creative mind exploring the experience of childhood innocence and beauty. Mind is like mirror reflecting anything that falls before it but doesn’t retain any form or shape itself. This which is our very nature is the ”buddha nature” already pure and unstained by any causality. As Ashtavakra said: the bondage is this that you practice samadhi.

Lao Tzu has said often that the natural order is an indefinable order. Man is already organic to the whole system in the universe. The separation of man and nature is because of the thinking process and is only an apparent reality. And the seer-poet of Tao and Zen sings: ”picking chrysanthemums on the eastern fence/gazing in silence of the southern hills/the birds fly home to the soft mountain air of dusk…

So, the fundamental teaching is the art of suspending thought and react spontaneously like the universe (like the child, or, like the flowers, bees and birds). For the artist or the sculptor, it comes down to one single brush stroke or action where there is unity and no differentiation between the body and mind (and its thoughts). This is also mindfulness or moment to moment non-judgemental awareness. In the spontaneity of rhythm the differentiation is severed and the dancer and the dance become one.

“O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,/ Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?/ O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,/ How can we know the dancer from the dance?” (”Among School Children, W.B. Yeats)

The dancer and the dance cannot be separated; while playing the musical instrument at the zenith of creativity the musician and the instrument (sitar or violin) are one. This unity of consciousness is our very nature, our primordial being our own nirvana.

-J

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ARE YOU A DREAM DOODLER?

Are you a nature enthusiast? And do you love stories? Then you will love the ikebana-inspired story gardens conceptualised and created by Alokananda Mukherjee.

You will find winnie the pooh jumping into the bucket of honey in the 100 acre woods while the thirsty crow is cleverly strategizing to quench his thirst from the pitcher amidst nature. The smile of contentment on the face of the cute little monks will touch your heart while the white Budhha statue in the middle of the serene nature will sooth your senses.

All these will be presented to you in a mini garden which can be placed at any part of your house or office as a wonderful piece of art.

Visit the stall of ‘Dream Doodlers’ at the Bangkok Bazar which will be held on 14th and 15th of March at 4A, Short street.

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Date:14th-15th March’2018

Time:11am-8pm’

Venue:Ganpati banquet,4A, Short street

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Hiding the Source-Code by the Illusory Mechanism of M-A-Y-A: Towards the Black Void (Encryption Technology) and the Differentiation between False and True Vacuum *Quantum Vacuum

Devi Chinnamasta

Devi Chinnamasta

 

“Immortal leader of her mortality,

Doer of her works and fountain of her words,

Invulnerable by Time, omnipotent,

It stood above her calm, immobile, mute.”

– Book IX: The Book of Eternal Night, Canto I: Towards the Black Void, Savitri, Sri Aurobindo

Being in the Existential Moment, you pass through the Gateless Gate unhindered and attain the ‘samadhi’ of innocent delight…NITYA NIRVIKALPA STAGE OF DYNAMIC STILLNESS WHICH IS NON-LINEAR CONFIGURATION POINTS

Duality is but an appearance perceived as real when the Truth is hidden; but jnate dvaitam na vidyate- “When the Truth is revealed, duality does not exist”.

All experiences in the empirical world are maya. – “When there is duality, as it were, then one smells something, one sees something, , one says something”. – Brihadaranyaka Upanishad

 

Therefore, Sariputra, owing to the absence of Volition, and imbued with prajnaparamita (* Subjective Inseeing), bodhisattvas no longer are bound by interpretive thought-processes, AND SO HAVE NO FEAR, ARE FREED FROM DELUSION, AND HAVE FOUND NIRVANA.

In the rhythm of a flower an offering is made

Holographic Pattern Downloaded by Brain Picture Courtesy mindbendingtruth.com

Holographic Pattern Downloaded by Brain Picture Courtesy mindbendingtruth.com

Joyously she leaped from her elemental abode

At the turn of the wheel she was time the destroyer

At another spin she was the source of all nourishment

She was both and beyond

An empty book with pages blank and copious

Covering her face with a grand paradox of form and emptiness

From innumerable dimensions projecting the theatre of life, death and rebirth

Always hiding the source code by the illusory mechanism of maya (encryption technology)

And in that world of objective reality nothing exists but all are real

They come and go, exit and return

In phenomenal world all are bound by phenomena coming from the void

In the noumenal none is bound

It is the matrix of the mysterious thing

There we shall stop Yajnavalkya told Gargi…

Beyond the metastable false vacuum nothing can be known….

“There is neither creation nor destruction,

Neither destiny nor free will,

Neither path nor achievement;

This is the final truth.” /Sri Ramana  Maharshi

*It was true before he said it, it is true at this moment, and it will be true forever, for there is no time.

– J

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gnostic Way of Self-Learning by Un-Learning the Brahman: Spontaneity as an Act of Surrender to the TAO (The Unknown)

Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj, rare photograph not painting (Self-created image) while living in Bengal as Sri Badal Chatterjee

“It’s interconnected in such a way that the properties of the smallest pieces depend on the properties of the whole . So in other words, whereas before we believed that the dynamics of the whole can be explained in principle by breaking it down, and from the properties of the parts, now we see that the properties of the parts can only be defined in terms of the dynamics of the whole. So, it’s a complete reversal”. – Fritjof Capra (Excerpt from Thinking Allowed -Conversations on the Leading Edge of Knowledge and Discovery with Dr. Jeffery Mishlove – Copyright (C) 1998 Thinking Allowed Productions)

ZIGRA -LOCATING THE EXACT-YAME-COORDINATE OF IMMOBILE BRAHMAN (IXAZUN)


KX4 -CROZAN-NAMVA-EVAXMOBILE-AUTOMATION -(KGK=004.004)

KX4-CROZAN-NAMVA-BMW 3-SERIES CONVERTIBLE AS IMMOBILE BRAHMAN

Smritir jagorane achinta prem niralay bhashyoman pradip

Jwalechey anadi kaal suryer parashmani

BMW Series 3 Convertible as Immobile Brahman

Nilkantha nadiyay bramher kutire

Bayur humkar hate buddher taposh pipasha mukto ekti pran

Alpha Decay Radiactive Disintegration

Matir merudande dhaner sish chena jay alor path dhore

The nectar of earth’s labour is the elixir of the highest souls

Sweat and tears transubstantiates into the soma wine

It gives rise to the fountain of the yogic kriya that works naturally

Therefore, sound is an etymological abstraction of silence

It marked the beginning of things

Time’s prolific vase mirrors the flower of the unmanifest mandala by retrocausal radioactive disintegration

When the dissolution takes place in the void, it preserves the rest-mass inertia

As I was walking my thoughts cut across the flesh of the Void

It was bleeding giving rich forms to the manifold things

Then all became empty by the sudden light of prajna

And compassion (karuna) welded the world of forms

It asked for words to create the relative dynamism of names

Strings that would connect the web each narrating its own stories

Dr. Fritjof Capra

Poetry clothed itself with the formative reason of science

Thoughts evidential accounted for the divine providence

A game was played as if winning or losing is all that matters

The strong bid the horses in the race, the weak jumped into the well

It’s all too familiar story of earthly evolution

Classified and marked, sealed in the boxes

Executive bonds and shares of the banking system

Who is the agent controlling this all?

Where’s the security that human mind longed?

Weaver Bird

Again I repeat: Matir merudande dhaner sish chena jay alor path dhore

The nectar of earth’s labour is the elixir of the highest souls

And the weaver bird and the potter, the weevil and the butterfly

Worked out the genesis in the gestalt of their creative imagination

In their garden the flower comes from the unknown Void,

Brahman is joy in one spontaneous pulse

How can the sun know how came its own light?

Or how can the moon know itself by not knowing?

These are laughed off by the yokels in the countryside

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Mile after mile stretched far back to infinity

Professor and his Friend met me in different places

They recited the whole beginning and the end

And silence marked the question of thought’s ancient pilgrimage

He wandered in geometric spaces toying with the stars

And came with an answer: in the yaya tatat when time liquidates the bond

Then will come a new race that will take humanity to the still point of the dancing wave.

– J

Dharmadhatu that Springs from the Eternal Will-Force Shapes the Destiny of the Cosmic Creation that Has No-Beginning No-End: Plucking Strings and the Journey Ahead…

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Where there is no beginning, there ought to be no end

A ceaseless time-foam interspersed in space as discreet packets of quantum information energy

It’s a similar sight -the mountains, the rivers, the woods

And notes of the daedal string…

That you pluck to cause a vibration

A ripple in still water…

Astonished, you hire a car and stop at a gas station

Pretending to read a newspaper

Light a match

Browse books

And bid goodbye

The road ahead

Only the desert confronts you

The wind chills your bone…

You are not alone

So you drive

With no fear

Far and near

Hear the restless call of the wren and the raptor

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Freeze the blue skies

And blend with the old tribe of the canyon

And the stars appeared one by one

Like the frozen point of a needle

Milking the highway with love light

Flat tyres by the highway burn in fire

Stealing sun’s cosmic serpent

Feathered like the giant bird that flew over the mountains

Some said it was a phantasmal destiny

The headlights of a train caught in the fog           Indian Chief Whirling Horse Old Photograph

Or an airplane in the vortex

And the stones with legs twisted like twigs

Caressed the dying grass

Sniffed the air

In a broken rhythm

A hollow sound an echo

That came and whispered in the wind

It brought it home

Left only shadows that darkened the valley

A dead coyote

Lying on the highway

Under a barren moon

Brandished by poets who stained their fingers with coffee

Stamping their feet

Snubbing the ole fellow

A pointless venture into the size of the cosmos

A ridiculous journey back and forth in time

Never will it end or seize

Time like the trees

Grows and flows

Like a river’s canto into an ocean

And becomes the triple-time of no-time at all

That moment I seized as an eternal point

Concurrent to the Book of Nirvana

From which paradise must come forth

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L' amour fou

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L’ amour fou

Expressed as heliocentric tea-rose by Yves Saint Laurent

Or as splitting atoms in radioactive decay

Meaning the original replicated from that destined Dharmadhatu

Symbols fascinated by mirrors reflecting space-time gyres

Addressing the silent ripple

That disappears around a point I called the eternal plexus

On an empty page

They are mysterious beings that form and move

Around the thoughtless current in the void

And words flow like a lion stream

And chant: uradopha-iri-ramuri

Yaya-yin-yaya-yin

Yaya-yan-yaya-yan

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

Truva-un-mila-ramuri…

It was the hour before the journey was made

Plucking strings that opened the gate

Until no end… . …..

Until no end…

-J

Salvador Dali as Field Activator’s Prerequisite to Cognition in Consciousness: Towards Hiprivatox Supramental Gate

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1952-54), Salvador Dali, Salvador Dali Museum, St Petersburg, Florida

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End (Revelation 22:13)

 Consciousness-Analogue

The clock separates itself from time and eternity

It’s the liquid drip of the ocean of Dali in the fire of the light

The fish is the human aspiration towards greater certitude in reason

That death cannot become the name of the angel that breathes life into inanimate things

Immortality is the only hope of the artist who seeks perfection in everything   

The whole is not the whole but broken fragments that play up to infinity

Alpa-memory of history is the root cubic track-vessel of destiny greater than one

Coming back I saw grey dust clouds gathered over the Himalayas

Rain was the whisper of the piper’s dream before the dawn of the great voyage

“Enter into the joy of your Lord” .

Music overflowed in the land of paradise

From Shambhala I see the white roses embroidered on Bodhisattvas

They rear the Lost Shepherd of the primal race

In the golden rhyme of the ancient mariners

The stars were once the dead retro-galaxies of dark energy acceleration

Within a uniform length cut into pieces by the tailor of Ommersholm

The bowl was eating rice laughing from the nest of yung-drung bon-bon yung-yinghom-yia-yiyi

In the singing hologram of the mandala, Hiprivatox Supramental Gate was the only omega point of consciousness on earth.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Enter into the joy of your Lord” Matthew v.25/l.21