Adonai El Shaddai…Towards the Supreme Realization through Randomness and Chaos: Sun’s Youthful Benefactors Trace their Origins to the Lord of Life-Giving Poetry of Love as Dance of Quantum Kriya (Yoga of Savitri and the Final Culmination) 2014 /15 +++

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

 

Adonai El Shaddai…Towards the Supreme Realization through Randomness and Chaos: Sun’s Youthful Benefactors Trace their Origins to the Lord of Life-Giving Poetry of Love as Dance of Quantum Kriya (Yoga of Savitri and the Final Culmination) 2014 /15 +++

If the writer can write, &

The farmer can sow

Then all miracles concur,

Appear, & start happening

If the children eat, if their

Time of crying was Mid-Night

                  

The Earth needs them

Soft dogs on the snow

Nestled in Spring

When the sun makes wine

& blood dances dangerous

In the veins or vine

–         Jim Morrison

 

 

“The Prerequisite condition of understanding master magician is absolute surrender”. Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Aurobindo circa 1950

Sri Aurobindo circa 1950

 

“There is no fundamental significance in things if you miss the Divine Reality; for you remain embedded in a huge surface crust of manageable and utilisable appearance. It is the magic of the Magician you are trying to analyze but only when you enter into the consciousness of the Magician himself can you begin to experience the true organisation, significance and circles of the Lila.” – Sri Aurobindo, The Valley of the False Glimmer.

 

“Happiness wears no clothes, yet retains the law of unique edibility”./To be the other, one on its main-frame enlightens the ethics of sacrifice, oxomonminroen!/ Yet it gains nothing except the selfless joy of its emerging self, wishboneash/Whatever be the dream of winter on its tale to bear the fire, tragethtruthtrivath is thy old name…hari om tat sat- Mahakal

 

   The moon’s inner vibrations in plant cell stomata

Tiny rivulets that carry life-force to a seed seeking the variegated forms

A plenary rhythm of unmanifest energy finds its way

Earth hidden from its own realm reveals another earth

A process of transformation is the cause of the cycles

A blue mystic sun

Silence adores an unforgettable gift of the soul    

michelangelo-Last Judgement

Shores where darkness bids farewell to the light

Captures the myriad lullaby of the stars

Sitting on the crest of a wave

For another dawn’s awakening

May the gulls see the coastguard lights

On a warm bed feel the golden lapis of far distant horizons

A palace of forms and conceptions melt in the apocalypse

Trident of the lightning bolt strikes the fountainhead

Liberating mind’s bosons

And in the wilderness there will be light again

And in chaos find the birth of the sun in a grain of sand

Dusty storms over the Capitol may sweep the faces of few

Old order crumbles they cannot run nations on their constitutional ego

Light projects light bends and twists around a moving tetrahedron

Answers the assembly of ascended masters – the road is now clear

Om Adi Chintamani – charioting towards the final immutable moment

Of this coming Ascension of the King – kavatriyong Kal-ki

All that’s happening around the word bear the imprint of this time spectacular.

‘It was the hour before the god’s awake…’

-J

 

 

 

 

 

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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

FROM TARA-TWILIGHT MERU TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT: A SYSTEM OF MULTIPLE TIME-CONVERGENCE THROUGH RADIAL-CRYSTAL QUARTZ FUTURE POETRY

“We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance”. 

– John Archibald Wheeler, American Theoretical Physicist (1911-2008)

“IT ISTHOUGHT AND FEELINGS THAT GUIDES THE UNIVERSE, NOT DEEDS”. 

– Edgar Cayce (1877-1945), American Psychic Practitioner, Spiritual Healer

CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD  

Jim Morrison- An American Poet

Jim Morrison- An American Poet

Lions in the street & roaming

Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming

A beast caged in the heart of a city

The body of his mother

Rotting in the summer ground.

He fled the town.

He went down South

And crossed the border

Left the chaos & disorder

Back there

Over his shoulder.

One morning he awoke in a green hotel

W/a strange creature groaning beside him.

Sweet oozed from its shiny skin.

Is everybody in? (3)

The ceremony is about to begin.

– Jim Morrison

FROM TARA-TWILIGHT MERU TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT: A SYSTEM OF MULTIPLE TIME-CONVERGENCE THROUGH RADIAL-CRYSTAL QUARTZ FUTURE POETRY

Entex-Veman is the Bird-Lion constant of Time

Laser pax = apple-jerk on free torque spin

Xan-infinity drope-link = jolt-trab and its additional violence on huvak Slash pull corner-hyphen tale = Unmanifest (0.44499K) < Manifest (0.44972K)

Meta-cast swing = fral-fraho-frahi (matter is vatter on zatter)

I

A flight of birds

Sakyamuni/Vairochana Buddha, Denman Waldo Ross Collection

Sakyamuni/Vairochana Buddha, Denman Waldo Ross Collection

Suddenly disturbed thoughts

Man, mannequin and the ocean spirits

Lie saddled in the couch

The tiger’s empress lurking in the woods

Caves dug into the shore

The hollow shadow of light

Filters rich elements from the stars

Are you naked in the sun?

Your horse weeping, punished in the desert?

Slaughtered by the iron hands of some mad beast?

What cage is broken?

What prison reverberates with distant thunder?

What agony disturbs the spider’s web?

Kicking the dust on the grand road

The winds pick up the angel’s tear

Towers and monuments fall

Lord Vishnu, Indian Art

Lord Vishnu, Indian Art

Fall on the ground

Screech

Faint

Turquoise sea calling

The waves cooing through the hooves

Lavender bees of the moon’s memory

Turns leaf of the big banyan tree

Scribbles on it

The FLOWERING OF LOVE…

II

White snakeskin

10 Avatars of Vishnu, Lithograph by Raja Ravi Varma

10 Avatars of Vishnu, Lithograph by Raja Ravi Varma

Stars fading in the distance…

Coiled around the armature of the mind

It comes back to foresee the events

Adjoining lines ripple to the centre

Emanation of the hibiscus sun

Flowering its petals on the radiant surface of the sea

The chariot of the golden Lord descend on the waters

Cities that are cast in metals melt on a plate

A new dawn is awakening

Silent nights pass their tear on the shore

Many moons have breathed the moment of return

As many children are dancing in the forest hills

Wood, amber and the sap-green dew

Recognized the feet on the ground

Fluttering winds the grasses sing

Echoing around a violet ring

Just as the blue horizon of a strange magic shape

That makes the will to surrender an act of love

A time of divine forbearance has paved the way for eternity…

III

Lotus eyebrow single essence

Nestled in the grove

Lands of the great flood moonrise

Goddess Tara, the Compassionate one, Kulu, India

Goddess Tara, the Compassionate one, Kulu, India

Epic funerals of time past

Roads to eternity

Shall the horses feed the thistles and thorns?

The dying cows the dreadful desolation

Milk cheese bread boys, ginger girls

Cannot remember the songs of paradise

History’s prejudice have burnt the forests

Sages burning in ether’s prophecy

Heart to heart cannot speak alas!

Or speak, sing or dream like the baby crawling into the solar vestibules

Playtime ends, monsters sprawl the morning with an axe

Cutting the dead wood to reap harvest with hell

An energy is set loose who claims what that is question

Conquer the kingdoms enlighten the fools rule the economy

That is where we have come so far from our original destiny (home/Kaivalya-Dham/Satyam-Varam-Rupam)

Dim lights fading like the stars across many multiverses

No alien kingdom will protect this earth

We are manned to be unmanned by the threat of our own actions

Those who run high offices they know that the bell is rung

It’s just a matter of time, enjoy the long holiday!

– Joy

 

THE LAST RITE OF THE SACRED FIRE IN THE OVOVIVOUN: TRANSLATION MEMORY MATRIX AND QUANTUM TIME CONVERGENCE OF HISTORICAL POINTS (Non-local movie per vecta ionic acceleration of space-time frame-shifts)

THE LAST RITE OF THE SACRED FIRE IN THE OVOVIVOUN: TRANSLATION MEMORY MATRIX AND QUANTUM TIME CONVERGENCE  OF HISTORICAL POINTS (Non-local movie per vecta ionic acceleration of space-time frame-shifts)

Jim Morrison, An American Pastoral (1969)

Jim Morrison, An American Pastoral (1969)

An American Pastoral (1969)

An American Pastoral (1969)

We made a film about words and silence

We made a film about the sound

You and I, repeat what we are

Birth, life, seeing and hearing

To find the word lost in images

And images lost in the field of memory

Finding and failing, in the light, in the darkness

To seek, to recover the first scene

From the udder of a sun-vast recess

When born was Idea in the dawn of intuition

 

A red flame of the Heraclitean fire

Tonight we shall remake this film

A film that restores the emblem of peace

From nether shadows that engulfed the sun,

From the fear and trembling and the eclipse and death

Driving through New Mexico under the stars

In the night of the Hopi dance around the sacred fire

Long after Kierkegaard’s death

Long after Van Gogh’s and Bunuel’s

All are awakened in the still silence of the Himalayas

und das  Wasser fliesst     

You and I,

Let us go to remake the film.

The Mystic Mountains

The Mystic Mountains/Photograph Joy Roy Choudhury

– Joy Roy Choudhury (From collection of poetry” Rains Winds and Cycles, Kindle Edition Amazon)

http://www.amazon.com/Rains-Winds-And-Cycles-ebook/dp/B009HX1S2U


Refs:

[1] The ever-living fire; Heraclitus, the Greek philosopher conceived fire as the primordial element out of which matter evolved; “That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and the Comfort of Resurrection”, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems. 1918.

[2] An iconic philosophical book by Danish philosopher, Søren Kierkegaard

[3] Danish philosopher and theologian (1813-1855)

[4] Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890), Dutch Post-Impressionist painter who was famous for his paintings of sunflowers and landscapes.

[5] Luis Buñuel (1900-1983), Spanish-born filmmaker who moved to Paris and directed a series of path breaking surreal films, notably one with the artist Salvador Dali.

[6] And the water flows.

Nonlocal Circuit in Quantum Leap: Self-Integrating the Boson Jump into Wave Cloud Possibilities Using Monet’s Landscape and Rodin’s Sculpture

Sunset at Lavacourt, Claude Monet, 1880 (Impressionism)

Consciousness-Analogue

The sun has floated its wings on the mirror of the sea,

 On a river plate, painting its shapes with wonderful images

Lakshmi-Narayana and the Kalchakra and Gita

A song embodiment of the rudra-veena, vayu-vyas, deva-putras

Carrying through it, Horus and Hathor and the Tigris and Euphrates

In the broken arms of the lost sailing ships, Artemis and Durga

Apollo, Demeter, Jupiter, Athena and Aphrodite

Sat-Tat-Lila in the stringed melody of Gopala

In the memory of the cross-fountain of final crucifixion

In the parable of Osiris, in the Krishna-Arjuna arrow head

Faith-circle integrated by Manu as Adam in the Tree of Life

Matter wakes up to see its beauty

As do man, god and beasts

“To Carthage then I came

The Creation of Man, Auguste Rodin, circa 1900/ Garden Villa, Meudon, Paris

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest     310

                                 burning

In the futile hours of the night,

The stars in their boyhood dreams

Saw light swirling like a monster into light and endless light

The serpent swallowed them all

In the figure a figure or just a dancing head of nothing but them all

See into widening space, into the crown of the Jehovah lapping the last drop of the real absolute

Eternity into time in the mind-caves of Shambhala

Remembering the day spend in the frank oneness of things

As a cult in the dream of Rodin’s creational manuscript

I saw entangled

In the lion of the speech

The tiger wrath of the ocean

Deep inside,

The mountains of that in this is empty

In the rising of the chalice of darkness

Charioting the dawn mist blue sky of further electrospherical fields

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– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “To Carthage…burning” (The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot)