To the Man of Honour in the Memory of Freedom that has the New Light Intensity of the Stars (Bob Dylan’s Awarded Highest Civilian Honour by the US President, Barack Obama)

FOREVER YOUNG/Bob Dylan                

“May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young”.

On May 30th, 2012, US President Barack Obama honoured Bob Dylan with the nation’s highest Civilian Honour, the medallion of Freedom in the East Room of the White House.  This award and recognition for his contribution to the cultural history spanning almost six decades running is not that something that can be understood so easily by his followers, but his songs have bestowed on us a special grace that can keep us always ‘Forever Young’ as we ‘build a ladder to the stars’.

Dylan’s consciousness and the universal acceptance of existential suffering and struggle in his songs with almost magical lyrics that come from nowhere as if riding the inner-horse of his self-identity , are so rare like museum artefacts, that one may tend to look back at the linguistics process of speech and how that is cultivated at the mental level free from dichotomy, and, free from any bias, to merge with the liberal actions of environmental evolution, is something that the present generation may follow for the good. The technology we use, the products we make and the services we render are all intrinsically value-driven phenomena, time is a causal syndrome whose effect is something more than its material satisfaction, it is deeply tied to a thread that levers man towards higher goals and destinies. That may be only possible if we believe that we can make the journey forever young at heart withstanding ‘the times they are a-changin’ with the wisdom of a new power that gives equal right to every man on the street , and ushers the light of an enlightened immortality because “the fire is lighted, the hammers are working, and for laborious days and nights amidst dirt and discordance the musical instrument is made…the process of evolution  is a continuous process that finds its meaning in Man”. “The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,/the answer is blowin’ in the wind”. ( Blowin’ in the Wind, The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The fire is lighted, the hammers…finds its meaning in Man”-Man’s Universe, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures Oxford, 1930, Rabindranath Tagore

Ref: Picture SKY NEWS UK

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9th May 2011: Celebrating 150th Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore

Celebrating 15oth Birth Anniversary of World Poet, Rabindranath Tagore

In the Religion of Man delivered as Hibbert Lectures at Oxford in 1930, Tagore talked about the Ideal Man, the ‘divine’ in man that infinite being, “the Father, the Friend, the Lover, whose service must be realized through serving all mankind. For the God in Man depends upon men’s service and men’s love for his own love’s fulfilment.

The question was once asked in the shade of the ancient forest of India:

Kasmai devava havisha vidhema? Who is the God to whom we must bring our oblation?

That question is still ours, and to answer it we must know in the depth of our love and the maturity of our wisdom what man is- know him not only in the sympathy but in science, in the joy of creation and in the pain of heroism: tena tyaktena bhunjitha, ‘enjoy him through sacrifice’- the sacrifice that comes of love; ma gridha, ‘covet not’; for greed diverts your mind to that illusion in you which you represent the parama purushah, ‘the supreme person’ “.

Its this central quest to seek the infinite being or the supreme person  where lies man’s true objectivity action and goal.  Its in this quest where all actions are planned life, birth, death and rebirth and the world knows it through the various workings of the creative mind/spirit that lifts itself from the material planes to a higher consciousness.

Rabindranath Tagore’s rare paintings that were auctioned by the Darlington Hall Trust Charity, two are presented here:

Consciousness-Analogue or Meditation on Tagore’s painting: An attempt to using Sri Aurobindian principles in The Future Poetry

In the language of the night

When the beats of the world recede into the past

And the fireflies carry with them their sailing boats

O the intruder of my sovereign heart

On what branch shall you rest your sparkling glory?

On what leaf or bole shall you rain your sweetest songs?

Summer labors into the quaint pastures of the grazing sun

And soul to soul they all are one

Indifferent to the ennui of the traveling hours,

To the tastes and sounds, images, words and smell.

These all are beauty that lies unencumbered forever

In the forests of the honeyed groves

Hridayer shure katha kay prajapati

Rater adhere, aranyer niharikay.

Jonakir phule titikshar shure

Bhara mon dhara day agni-nadir swapna-grihe.

 Portrait of a Woman by Rabindranath Tagore that was auctioned for over £313,000 ($461,000) at Sotheby’s in June 2010

Consciousness-Analogue

My heart is sore I have neither seen nor heard

The singing quatrains of the cowherd of the sun

That wakes the humming bird, the sparrow and the rose

But there is something I know I say I feel

Like a serpent in a quarantine

The hoods of life arise with a fall

And every fall is the beginning of an end

And when the end comes so too near

O my friend! Shall you not hold my hand across the sea?

For death is not a question but an answer of a promise

Till the self is found where it lays its head

O my sweet dark horse of the oblivious years

Sing to me from the farthest vaults of time

So I can raise my cup to the darkling spirits

That kisses the sweet taste of honeyed tears

O my dear ones, my comrades and my countrymen

Shall you not rest in peace with the darling lights of freedom?

Anew in a place, anew in a new time of death

Shall we not love to seek the Will evermore?

Shall we not will to seek the Golden way?

To be born Immortal from the Supramental Sun

In a world of heaven’s sage-light and seers.

– Joy Roy Choudhury