Can Poetry Touch the Curved Surfaces of Riemann: Co-Planar Thought Arising from Junction Intervals of a Squeezed Time-Gap?

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Bernard Riemann Father of Non-Euclidean Geometry and the True Guide to N-Dimensional Space

Bernard Riemann Father of Non-Euclidean Geometry and the True Guide to N-Dimensional Space

yukimi ni korobu
okoromade
Now then, let’s go out
To enjoy the snow… until
I slip and fall! [1688]
– Matsuo Bashō – Master Poet of Haiku/Edo  Period, Japan

 

“Let no one enter here without Geometry”. -(Plato’s Academy)

Can Poetry Touch the Curved Surfaces of Riemann: Co-Planar Thought Arising from Junction Intervals of  a Squeezed Time-Gap?

Alpha leaping sound                                        

Sri Adi Shankaracharya: Non-Duality and Non-Local Field Interactions

Sri Adi Shankaracharya: Non-Duality and Non-Local Field Interactions

Liquid mansions crystallize

Upon manifold surfaces n-dimensional protean fire

Breathing Hyperion

Formation on a point

The totality of multiverses conjoin here

And now…

To relive the sensation of cessation

And a beginning of new scientific topology

Wisdom’s occult pulsar postulates curved lines of a hypersphere

It reaches the flower of life’s edifice                           

Flower of Life's Poetry Encapsulates the Riemannian Curved Surfaces of Thought-Projection in Mobile-Immobile Time

Flower of Life’s Poetry Encapsulates the Riemannian Curved Surfaces of Thought-Projection in Mobile-Immobile Time

Originating seed’s non-local communication

The abacus of mind’s matrix governs felicity

Happiness not worth in cents or dollars

But xollar’s extra labour to kindle life equations stretched

Humming sound resonated words fibre bundles in plastic thought

The invisible eye clothed the tapestry of chaos out of perfection’s core

Evolve into di sitter future parallelograms

Into octagonal motionless musical poise

Birds are flying into an orange disk

It mirrors the soul’s trillion desires in a unique equation

The creation is a number less than zero

The infinity of infinities is less than zero

Zero observes zeroes in profusion

Creates a whole sequence of things

Observes the making of worlds…

Consciousness induces sleep and waking

And dreaming in the topology of space-time

Yoshi yeho sutra – poetry encapsulates abstract awakening of space-tensor

If matter compacted in vibrating strings produced the music of life then on each point on the Riemann matrix the totality of this creation is simultaneusly dissolved and created by the Will of an unborn wish in the cradle of unmanifest times the unmanifest called …mihira-brahman-vrava-shringar rasa act F-N 39 Sequence Ultra-Tradit Speed.

       

– J 

 

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Hyper-Space Realism Allotment of Consciousness in Matter-Mind Unified Field

Lie Sphere, Samij Datta, 2012

Hyper-Space Realism Allotment of Consciousness in Matter-Mind Unified Field

Consciousness-Analogue

Matter-Mind Realism in the hyperspace is not only about the geometrical dimensions and their projections and curvatures but it’s about the understanding of the basic unity that lies within dualistic modes in any platonic idea. Consciousness in the hyper-space realism is the true verification of what matter stands for at any given level or plane of existence. Though matter and mind are different, the psychic terminal through which one end of reality is connected with another end, may be, with the dream-end, is the conscious awakening of ‘each in the other’- matter in the mind and mind in the matter in the hyper-space matrices.  The green polytopes carry their consciousness in the unified symmetric  hyperworlds, they are the true non-Euclidean tools of higher dimensional kinesis that throw some light on the roots of consciousness.

 

Man thinks he sees the arrow in the 100 mirrors of the sun

From his eye the mirror sees the sun in the arrow of the eye

Space-time warped as consciousness flows

The matter mind terminal is hyphenated by san-zan-van infinity

Worship Time A-D-E strings and knots, bells and caps.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

In the Spring Wells of Shambhala, Season is the Art of the Black Moon of Non-Euclidean Relative Space-Time Conventions of Alblackica

GYAN-GANJ PLATE II, Samij Datta, 2011

In the Spring Wells of Shambhala, Season is the Art of the Black Moon of Non-Euclidean Relative Space-Time Conventions of Alblackica

Consciousness-Analogue

Some may forget the days when the frou-gratiya moon of the sun was dancing in the sphinx and in the zabber of the glass-bohemian plates, and into the hydro solvents; alca oktamin of the heroic nights was a vehicle of super conscious states- lines frozen in the harmonics saw the welling nectar of life, the kovak kovim kovrit chiming with colors of the dianthus spring turning every substance to alblackica; the paths that lead to madness are the orange fruits that bite the winds blowing into many streams of the desert land; alpha randomizes the motion of the points for the beta-dero action of the its supplement and in the rhyming season of the clock-anticlock, the rooster is the dragon of the walking yak in vak eating the infinite spacelets in the time domain letters of the Katter to the Zatter.

Ancient willows are supernal when the bands that circle them are speaking to the tree’s leaves that have fallen and rolled into the spatial-mud that shelters the earthworms, they say hyperbolic space has more room for the line continuums from the origin, they collate matter and spirit into idiomatic functions of daily life: red burns with the orange pulp, the yellow sea is the wime-flame that exhumes energy from the Nosferatu of the ideal dreams, the magnificent is known from the seven beats of the prima matra, a lonely daisy is the mother of the sun that has the cross-legged bow of the helianthus moon, apocryphal letters are art per se in the window vision of the film through which the protagonist shows a room within a room of ruins, the past dialect transferred into the new writing code of the sublime texts, mannerisms are original disguises through which the truth hides the falsehood from the dire neglect of the race, atrophy of the mind leads to confusion and death; lets join the cubic dream for reality is constant within its film.

– Joy Roy Choudhury