REWORKING ON ROMAIN ROLLAND’S THE DECLARATION OF THE INDEPENDENCE OF SPIRIT (1919): ON THE EVE OF RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 153rd BIRTH ANNIVERSARY 7th May 2014

 

Rabindranath Tagore and Romain Rolland

 

“Tagore is, I think, saying that truth is a subtler concept than Einstein realises” – Noble Laureate Physicist Brian Josephson, Cambridge University, 1992

“Curiously enough, the present evolution of science is running in the direction stated by the great Indian poet” – Noble Laureate Chemist Ilya Prigogine, 1984

 

“I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands. Thus why it is so late

And thus am I guilty of such omissions.

     They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast. But I evade them ever, for I

Am only waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands.

     People blame me and call me heedless – I doubt not they are right in their blame.

The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those who came to call me vain

Have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love to give myself at last at his hands”.

–          Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore

REWORKING ON ROMAIN ROLLAND’S THE DECLARATION OF THE INDEPENDENCE OF SPIRIT (1919): ON THE EVE OF RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 153rd BIRTH ANNIVERSARY 7th May 2014

“Toilers of the spirit, companions, scattered all over the world, separated from one another for five years by armies, by censorship and hate of nations at war, we take this opportunity, when barriers are falling and frontiers are re-opening, of making an appeal to you to re-form your fraternal union, – but let it be a fresh union, firmer and stronger than the one which existed before. – Romain Rolland, July 1919

 

“Waiting for love to give myself at last at his hands…”

Silently evening crawls in the bed of night

Rabindranath Tagore Painting Untitled

Rabindranath Tagore Painting Untitled

Looking up at the dazzling stars

Speaking anonymously at last

Epochs have buried flesh not the soul

Out of history’s hall of judgement

A voice came out of time

From the depths of past

And from poetry’s perennial source

When it confronted the spirit of the declaration of independence

Hidden in the future canvas of freedom

Tied to many universes

To fraternal universities

It sparked a violent beginning of things

A struggle to withhold

And to release

A rhythmic poise and a movement

A freeze shot of the indifference

And the motion that makes all the différance

Arrangement of verses

Continuous

Discontinuous

Beautiful elliptic poignant truth experience

A condition that we call Gitanjali

Observed as it unfolds the soul’s deepest offering

And freedom from the bondage of many cycles of time

Utter something new

To the cosmic festival of dance

To suit the taste of a new race

Feelings pulsating vividly in nature

Gadhulir chitolekay rachito pratiti anu paramanur naam

Within the frame of dawn encrypted are names of all matter & force-particles

They seized on this happy moment

Tagore in China

Tagore in China

A rare opportunity of love

Calling me through their wordlike dance

Sometimes a ripple afloat a vacuum

Singing songs for eternity

Strangely extreme disguises

Declare their independence of spirit

And roots behold the land you live

The dying seeds the waters forgive

Evoking the new wilderness

A mind-space where we grow

Man shall know

The mystic world of the Undying Self

Let alone the lines written on it

‘Waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands”.

– J

 

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THE YUNGDRUNG REPTILE WROTE HER FIRST LETTER TO THE IMPERSONAL TERMINAL ETERNALLY GYRATING AT TREMENDOUS SPEED WITHIN THE BLACK VIGEFOX-PREDESTINY OF THE SACRED REALM (HOLY WORLD CONNECTED TO THE LAND OF HYRULE)

 

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

 

The Treasure of the World-Chintamani, Nicholas Roerich

The Treasure of the World-Chintamani, Nicholas Roerich

THE YUNGDRUNG REPTILE WROTE HER FIRST LETTER TO THE IMPERSONAL TERMINAL ETERNALLY GYRATING AT TREMENDOUS SPEED WITHIN THE BLACK VIGEFOX-PREDESTINY OF THE SACRED REALM (HOLY WORLD CONNECTED TO THE LAND OF HYRULE)

Consciousness-Analogue

The land of the imperial lights

Twilight kingdom with hidden doors

Sacred realm of mirrors connected to Hyrule

Dolma movren gesu nei tra oceanic rest mass meon of the triforces

 

Language orientation of the sound purifies the heart

To speak with the quantum self, deconstruct the world (The Logos)

Memories broken ring on the caravan across the cold desert

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

I have carried on my back the chaos and awakened consciousness

The supralingual automated typeface of the anointed world

Was my reptilian grammar born from cosmic supergiant star systems

Before the creation in a another realm without the imaginary functions

Indefinite was the cause resting on a virtual point oscillating in many dimensions

That very moment elliptical and sublime

Like the last touch on Michelangelo’s creation

Dawning the begging of mathematical possibilities

Eternal collapsed on the finite surface of zero prefiguring one as the space time inflation

Expanding and contracting, the riddle was the holy spirit of nirvana

On my back I have carried the race and its plaudits

The couriers of kings the golden goddess of the waters

Seven sages, spirits of the holy book and courtesans

My body moved with no beginning no end

Mountains saw rivers, birds the trees

I saw them all collapsing in the material world

Without mind there are no words

My letter is not an empty space filled with unconquered hieroglyphs

Light far travelling became the sound of ‘OM’

Triangularly activating the predestined heart of the occult worship of my signs

I only exist, rest all are drowning or living or dying in me.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Quantum Magic-Box of ‘The White Light Synthesis’: Shambhala Truth of the Origin of Origins

Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu

“Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!       

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

No hungry generations tread thee down; 

…………………………………………………………..

Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn”.

– Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats.

Consciousness-Analogue

Immortal bird carrying immortal wisdom from the land of Olmo-Lung-Ring

Immortal are the ways of Shambhala

The bird flies in the sacred lair of Noah’s kingdom

Sacrifice the eternity in time

He who doth see the Eternal, knowest thy self

In the miniature of a cosmic bowl

A zero mirrored in the Higgs field, yields another zero and so, on  

Engulfing the primordial serpent of Alblackica (shaping the yas-ying-yang  through the eye of the cosmic needle )

Rise from the ash and be the Father of the Destiny

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Form is emptiness, emptiness thy form

Opposing pairs cancel each other

Harvesting the mother face of the dark zero

That encircles the pointless Origignabon of the creation

Numbers fall like proper Frazer-puppets in the laser pool of the cosmic seizure

There is no time, there will be no time

In the red skull of the ultimate sun

In the primal face of the causal machine

In the effect of a hand-will pedestal

The snow covered peaks,

Winter valleys,

And the cold desert

Know that wisdom is covered with mist

And the blue light cone on the feet of the tree

Sings like the stars from a spring night gramophone                                                                 

Joan Baez

Joan Baez

Oceans cradle another moon swaying in the music

And the beaches are strewn by the morning petals

Drawing the fantastic mandalas

That speaks of the Lord in the twilight realm,

In the poetic colours of His infancy

Da di di Dayadhvam Damyata

Krishna-Krishna-Hari Priye

The Ark saved the worlds

As mercy thy time

Those who live forever in the Shangri-la

Let their prayers be like streams flowing to grace the Garden of Eden

In the inner-circle of ala-ala,

The stone is the future of Man,

Adi adi Chintamani

Adi Buddha, Adi Shenrab

In thy Holy Communion of the Christ:        

Pete Seger

Pete Seger

“Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Gone to flowers every one

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?” (Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pete Seger)

Man the Absolute, The Aksolute, The Amsolute shall have to enter the next chain of cycles by the contemplation of a free circle point in the san-zero-infinity of things

without the Icarus, the Icarus is empty

Man is empty, empty is man

empty is empty by the primitive subset of logic deduction

all the flowers are empty, non-absolute beauty of the beautiful Sunyata

and the emptiness of forms is the emptiness of meanings

Set zero to Set Zat-Zero-Infinity

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Tat Wat Yat- regulating zero

Yat Wat Tat- regulating one in many

Wat Tat Yat- regulating all possible hyperspace functions that arise from the cause

with invisible wings flies the inner-man

discovers a great aureole round his head

shining like the dark star of the white light

utters unimaginable verses of the ego-less journey

from there to here, from no point of origin to no-beginning no-end:

A KAR A ME DU TRI SU NAG PO ZHI ZHI MAL MAL SO HA…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Beyond Alan Turing’s Tests and von Neumann Machines: The Wonderful Blue Light of the Child as God Particle

Blue Light Synthesis

Folk Art, Bengal/Photograph: Joy Roy Choudhury

Consciousness-Analogue

Alan Turing cannot compress thoughts into designs

Therefore, computers cannot process meanings

‘blue light-cone of the oceanic peace’ flows in tandem with ‘music from the flute’ (Interchangeable Constants – Krishna = Buddha to become the Christ in every matter-anti-matter)

violins are integrating feelings at the heart of micro-gravity (supra-elevation Gross body function mechanism as per Absolute Black Body Radiation at the vital-body at rest)

no one knows- how? (chi-en—chi-en)

at the base, at the navel, the serpent of eternal coil sleeps in the shrouded monastery of primal-delight

the adi-tattva is there – the ‘tandava’ is there

collapse wave into a cloud of particle and then sing the blues

BEHIND BLUE EYES -BEHIND BLUE EYES

Who are you? Who am I?

multiple essence of one supermind

generating meaning from unlimited morphogenetic n-quasi spiral fields

service world as words with feelings – human and god-like

angelic, demon or monster

finally nothing but divine

higher the light in Shyam-Sundor Vessel of quantum re-creation

Xenon-Calf superman walking…running

Systems collapse, cities burn

….re ra ru re dream

annihilation and the cross of becoming

on the river bank she sleeps

her hair on the grass pillows winding  like a black body

Adam looked up to the stars

God the Father is the Child in Man as the Woman in the Tree of Life

beautiful butterflies flapping wings like eternity

streams dissolve von Neumann machine

madhuram-salilam

one point non-local Sri Aurobindo.