Art as Self-Reflection of Nature’s Myriad Moods in the Miniature: Kokyo Hatanaka’s Nihonga Art Movement and the Entanglement with the Quantum Self

Art as Self-Reflection of Nature’s Myriad Moods in the Miniature: Kokyo Hatanaka’s Nihonga Art Movement and the Entanglement with the Quantum Self 

Kokyo Hatanaka painting Revival of 1000 yr old Nihonga Art Movement of Japan with Indian Miniature Painting

Kokyo Hatanaka painting Revival of 1000 yr old Nihonga Art Movement of Japan with Indian Miniature Painting

To celebrate 60 years of India-Japan Relations, Japanese painter Kokyo Hatanaka brings the 1000 year old Nihonga art to India showcasing the entanglement of themes belonging to Indian miniature paintings reviving an old art form that uses nature pigment colours to infuse life and movement in the still frames. 

Art is a process that takes place – one doesn’t do art – the true art of nature is a self-revelatory process of conjugation with itself. The artist is merely a participant in the process of creation – he is the eternal audience who observes what is happening to him. And in the stillness of symmetry he observes the swift annihilation of forms and concepts, and, therefore, becomes the witness to this great process of form making from super-luminescent to luminescent to finite size, shape, color that constitutes the artistic canvas of his great inner and outer exploration.  Every art form is a deeper realization of this transformative process of nature – nature re-organizes itself in manifold ways – it synthesizes and re-synthesizes itself and there is no purpose behind it except evolution. The feelings of the artist is not his own, it belongs to nature; the colours he uses belongs to nature, brushstrokes, palette and everything else belongs to nature – he only observes the total unity manifesting itself through interactions giving rise to an illusion of many distinctive forms and processes. But when the artist wakes up, or, the poet embraces the moment he is in, he sees reality as a constant play within nature as a self-reflective artistic process that gives pure delight and nothing else.

the yellow moon’s tender caress            

Rabindranath Tagore in Japan circa 1916 taken at Dr. Masujima's garden. Prof Nakagiri of Waseda University is sitting to the right of Tagore.

Rabindranath Tagore in Japan circa 1916 taken at Dr. Masujima’s garden. Prof Nakagiri of Waseda University is sitting to the right of Tagore.

left the bridal kiss

On scattered petals

They awake with colours and scent

foaming on the white ocean

every nerve repeats the form

unknown to the mystery it unravels

dissolves in the void

left the moment’s signature on the canvas

for the pure revelation of an artistic cause

 

– J

 

 

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The Radiant Point in the Observer Frame and Field Non-Locality: The Yoga of Time Transcendence and the Self Manifested Process of Incarnation

Blue Lotus /Nymphaea caerulea/Re-Birth and Association with Sun in Egyptian Mythology and with Enlightenment in Buddhism

Blue Lotus /Nymphaea caerulea/Re-Birth and Association with Sun in Egyptian Mythology and with Enlightenment in Buddhism

 

The Radiant Point in the Observer Frame and the Field Non-Locality: Yoga of Time Transcendence and the Self Manifested Process of Incarnation

 

A conscious revelation must come from the mind – from the sanctuary of the primal Self; it must translate the inner radiance, the fragrance into words of architecture whose frequency vibrations correspond to the spectrum of light. That’s the highest of yoga – kalpa siddhi – when you have transcended the eons or time itself you are then the Self – the Brahman- conjugation of all causality into a non-dual observer point from which all energies emanate.

 

An Inner Radiance of the Cosmic Bubble that you call “Jyoti” may be the Source of all Celestial Orbs Including the Sun…

Surya bigyan starts from that …

What is the jyoti? Where in lies its strength?

Jyoti is light-i-gyrating-hiranyagarbha-time – it was there before it wasn’t there = the system collapses the function by an act of observation so it was always there – sempiternal string vibrating photons SSVP

Ananda para-bramher kutir tai alo batash nache satyer tale

Paramhansa Vishuddhanand Ji Gandh-Baba

Paramhansa Vishuddhanand Ji Gandh-Baba

Dole koti tarar chinmoyi chita

Lagne gandher jyoti bechheye dey aapurbo shajja

Nikunjo bane radha krishner lila chale abiram

Shaktir shei sthal anandamayi jal purna sattay prakash kare jyotirmayi

In the journal of the occult cosmic horizon,

Flames aboriginal fire-seed was the truth behind the elastic scope of the creation’s many mysteries

It wasn’t there before it was there superimposed intelligent hydrometric function of water molecules

Fire’s astral self cognized with drops of water changing super-cyclical i-ternity to e-ternity to time quadrants

Time-space began to coexist – the first qubit expanded the Tat

The second qubit expanded Tvam

The 3rd the Asi

In the retro book of Sat-Chit-Ananda ‘that was it’ danced for the 1st time ever

Confluence of the past with the future at the junction of eternal now

Pervasive existence of Self in things began to construct the individual surface reality of the supra-unimanifest manifest

It started to appear with subtle interactions in the Field

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji  and Mata Indira Devi

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji and Mata Indira Devi

Flowers garlanded sweet forests

Nectar anointed the bough

The Lord and his friends

Are playing there now

Till dusk settled

And a thick veil of clouds

Brought thunder and rain

Here He came

Fluting with the Magi and the Stars

To meet where lines must translate the non-dual coordinates in a vector space

Touching the thread that expands forever

Eyes generate the ceremony of life

Wave upon a wave-cloud function premeditates reality

Supracosmic blessing came in discreet packets

And time involuted began the eternal evolution

Jai Sai…Jai Sai…Jai Sai

Tat Tvam Asi – You are that (Chandogya Upanishad) Guru > Disciple>1<0>Guru>Disciple = Brahman = Self = Creatrix  = Ultimate Causal String /Retrocausal Time Vibration

– J

GENESIS OF THE CRYSTAL SHIP CARRYING INTERSECTION B/W INSIDE AND THE OUTSIDE OF A SPINNING HYPER-SPHERE/(THE OPENING OF THE HEART-CHAKRA)

Jesus in the Wilderness (Forest of the Retreating Spirit Far Arden Again) Pic 1

Jesus in the Wilderness (Forest of the Retreating Spirit Far Arden Again) Pic 1

 

“Androgynous, liquid, happy

Heavy

Facile & vapid

Weighed w/words

Mortgaged soul

Wandering preachers, & Delta Tramps

Box-cars of heaven         

New Orleans Nile Sunset”. – Jim Morrison 

FORM IS NOT OTHER THAN VOID;

VOID IS NOT OTHER THAN FORM

-HEART SUTRA

Dynamic state alterations from mind (Implicate) to matter(Explicate) & vice versa- GENESIS OF THE CRYSTAL SHIP CARRYING INTERSECTION B/W INSIDE AND THE OUTSIDE OF A SPINNING HYPERSPHERE/(THE OPENING OF THE HEART-CHAKRA)

 

Innumerable points that make up the time-line        

You cannot Petition the Lord with Prayer:  Jim_Morrison/ Frankfurt circa 1968/photograph by Alten Nikolaikirche

You cannot Petition the Lord
with Prayer:
Jim_Morrison/
Frankfurt circa 1968/photograph by Alten Nikolaikirche

Each conjugating with the other

Perfecting the spatial configuration of a flower

At the intersection moment the bud becomes

The alter of the cross

Carrying the sun’s nocturnal image of the moon

A monosyllabic sacred eigenstate of a crystal with an indeterminate quantum state inversion

When the seed burst

And children claimed the forest

Then gloriously the sky turned red…

On the highway

On the highway

To the dances of the waking spirit

From the deep

A mouthful of water the rain clouds bring

To wipe the dust from the empty road

Above the horizon                                                     

Heart Sutra Mantra

Heart Sutra Mantra pic 2

The fading rainbow gleaned

The last crowing before dawn

Night’s endless sleep

In the armour of pursuit

Without which there is no dream

No reality

And relativity’s orange tar

Smudged on the grassy banks

Afraid of the stars distant calls

Became forever the prisoner of illusion

And the children laughed…

And the old man and men and women

Within their hotels and compartments, confined

At the lounge in the airport

Stuck their head out against the wall like reason

Failed to see through the mirror

How time flies and not

In the void where no time is there

Across the gates of eternity                                                        

Where Ouroboros charms the magical heart

Chanting gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi swaha

Three times before your flight

The wheels over the ocean

Runs              

Into the deep

And they sail unto me…

– J

 

Acknowledgement

1. Pic Source: Jesus Meditating  in the Forest

Light of the Spirit Monastery (Atma Jyoti Ashram)/New Mexico, USA

http://www.ocoy.org

2. Pic Source: Heart Sutra Mantra

http://www.deviantart.com/

 

The Lost Art of Teaching: Thought’s Calligraphy on the Viviparous Sun Directs Non-Time Melodies

For Children the Gates of Paradise, William Blake, 1793

For Children the Gates of Paradise, William Blake, 1793

The Lost Art of Teaching: Thought’s Calligraphy on the Viviparous Sun Directs Non-Time Melodies

All time is eternal – time is information contained in a system

Non-time is solution of system-paradoxes from granular opaque quadrangular to transparent rotating icosahedrons

What we share we know we live for each other? The planet breathes on its own…

Leaves appear 1, 2, 3, 5 and 8…

A part of the whole

The moon’s red face hides the sun’s white gold

West Meets East The Historic Shankar Menuhin Sessions

West Meets East The Historic Shankar Menuhin Sessions

Copper dome has written on it the source of life’s destiny

Gathered around the worm-hole

Take a deep plunge…1793…1837…2318…

And end up on the other side of non-time

Journey is a process called transformation

Matter evolves from third state to fifth, eighth, eleventh endlessly

What does matter know about itself?

It’s an involuted pattern of existence that changes with rapid expansion accepting the Tao

Matter is yatter-processed memory of qubits in the field of interactions

What is the purpose of these interactions?

Why do you exist in this exchange?

To nullify your existence –to dissolute

Or to walk in the void rising from the sea like a dragon of light engulfing the whole truth of this creation?

Again, my Son, what is the purpose?

Sri Ramana Maharshi and Krishnaprem

Sri Ramana Maharshi and Sri Krishnaprem

The truth is in your consciousness

A beautiful dance plucked the strings of a sitar

A movement was observed

A melody line established

All without any hidden agenda

There is NO AGENDA in the Book of the Mother

There flowers blossom offering them to the Soul’s Constitution

And the bees hum the caterpillar smoothes the underside of a leaf

Till it feels the vibration in its body

Its yidam is the sun-vast conscience in the lunar petals

That pours fragrance as colours into the dewy chalice

Void is filled at last with great light

The Imago feels a vibration of strings

Reciprocate proteins with the non-local field

Soon butterflies will be born in the wilderness

What’s the purpose of all these, my Son?

There are mud walls in the sky everywhere

Each quarter so isotropic

Smeared with stars on the body of a coelacanth

Floating on the edge of a bubble packed with energy unknown to time

And time is liquid gravity

Matter revolts on its own against its law to find its higher self

All defined by NO Agenda

It’s lovely if you think; stillness mirrors time’s memory

Perfection allows the only hope of non-time

A promise not forsaken

A silence not abandoned

Too great a victory that cannot be put in words

Only thoughts exist…

Separation withered distance between them

God and Adam One and the same

Yathropa Yaziz walking time in silence

In between all,  Love is the Ocean of Rasa!

– J

The Distributive Pattern of the Free Learning ‘Experience’: Question Anecdotes and the Multiple Perspectives of the Original Source Code Hidden within the Event Horizon

Electrical Experimenter: A Touch of Consciousness in the Living World

Electrical Experimenter: A Touch of Consciousness in the Living World

Cats play

Twisting the side of things

Funny sound of piano ripples

Across the great ocean curved around a point

Somewhere in between the body and the mind

Observes the kindergarten of these playing selves

Cats play …curled around a point called the pillow of deep slumber!

Multiverse and Schrodinger's Cat in Action in the Many Words of Simultaneous Existence

Multiverse and Schrodinger’s Cat in Action in the Many Words of Simultaneous Existence

The Distributive Pattern of the Free Learning ‘Experience’: Question Anecdotes and the Multiple Perspectives of the Original Source Code Hidden within the Event Horizon

Student: What is a question? How can a proper question investigate the realms of truth-consciousness and have simultaneous synergy with the creational principle?

Master Architect: First, you all need to understand that a question doesn’t posit duality of existence – it’s an exploration into the very essence of the substance it explores; it’s an exposition of the grammar which includes all the substrates that organize this creation. Though questions that you normally formulate seem to authorize duality or an improper logic but beneath all the fractal spatiality of time a question alludes to the continuum that beauty is an essence or an ultimate attribute, an assimilation and synthesis of the three gunas (satya, rajas and tamas) that make up the mechanistic ‘explicate order’ which the world is made up of.  A ‘question’ in that sense is a tool that permeates all existence because it’s only aspiration for a generative answer is a non-local way of mediating between the seeker and what is sought, between the thinker and the object of thought. Questions are evocative ways of a new understanding that cannot be complete unless the seeker is aligned to the cosmic vibrations in a particular way; when thoughts are calibrated they pronounce in a mystical way the sound ‘om’ which returns its original source code to the point of singularity.

In a very simple way, a question is a way of knowing that the clouds are temptations of the sun to purge the rocky lands and let the order of chaos be stimulated with life-giving streams as poetry that flows like rivers into one single ocean of existence. Life is an alter where questions are yogic practices for a liberation – that which indulges your living with the cosmic attainment of truth, all that is within is immersed in bliss and you live for the moment that reveals this very insight that you search with your senses and with your intuitive mind.

A ‘proper question’ is a meditative process but know it for certain that there is nothing called an ‘improper question ‘. Silence distributes itself with space-time geometric splits within nanometres or even between much smaller scales and when your power of will-force penetrates those interspersed seminal fluids (which we call associative silence before decoherence of the system) you start beginning the creative process within your system releasing potential that are highly quantized at the macroscopic level – these start interacting with consciousness at different levels thereby allowing you to perceive a ‘question’ which as an aspirant you seek to fulfil your quest. Man is an intelligent –being and very adept in asking questions but by no means the only being asking questions to the Master Architect.

A question fetches an answer and not another question of greater proportion so you must recognize the solution and decode the meaning from the source code given to you for a proper understanding of your becoming.  This second process is the toughest one because if your normal ego self comes in between the source code and the decoherence then meaning gets lost and purity of the systemic alliance is violated. This can happen even at the highest level of the yogic practice. What you think it is not, it is, but if you are ‘in it’ all the seconds of your life with absolute surrender you get what you seek and embrace as the lotus embraces both the light and the waters living its vegetal life as an offering to the divine suns that kindle the creation from one single point of existence.

Just think your answer is ‘teleported’ to you as your questions are ‘teleported’ to the point of singularity and the ‘brahman’ speaks fulfilling your life with the birth of the lotus-mind that is always aligned to the divine light and to the vibrations that act as distributive patterns of information that makes the whole creation expand and contract in a seemingly beautiful dance that only the Dancer knows.

Who knows the Dancer? Tattva is unconditional knowing in a mystical sense the Question of questions that throbs the beauty of life at the heart of all-existence.

-J 

            

117th Birth Anniversary of Sri Dilip Kumar Roy: The Supramental Quest for the Divine Vibrations in Matter Through the Music

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

117th Birth Anniversary of Sri Dilip Kumar Roy 22nd January 2014: The Supramental Quest for the Divine Vibrations in Matter Through the Music

– RARE MEETING OF SRI DILIP KUMAR ROY AND SRI KALIPADA GUHA ROY, YOGISHWAR, KOLKATA circa 1950

This is the youthful sonata that divine corresponds with time & space in the worlds we live in…

Only music filled the ear

Only the waves float…

The boat we sail across many pious rivers into an ocean of existence

That itself is the Real

Joy to the souls that rest in beauty

Nature conceals in its hive the honey it makes

Bliss is the cause of the effervescent Ananda

Chit in the room of music meets the Sat of a single consciousness breathing the multiple diversities of this creation

The womb of zero is full of potentials

It contains the infinite strength of the whole and the parts

The Absolute Brahman is the shaman of many distant dreams

He conjures the big bang from the unitary point of singularity

No principle lasts except ananda – the joy of being is the final triumph of truth-consciousness

Matter just vecta-brohim truth operating in classless ideology for the evolution of the consciousness

Vibrating strings carry message of love – the light we are drawn to

Never extinguish the fire my friend!

-J

The Quantum Self and the Interconnectedness: Consiousness Is Existence In Bliss

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art is a compromise a vast midland it attempts to rejoin subject and object by revealing with a pure eye art can suspend the separation between the perceived and the perceiver ( the knower and the known) beauty is therefore an absolute rooted in disinterested perception – objects devoid of all purpose and meaning the quantum self or consciousness from that ocean of existence, from that field or superimplicate order connects with the individual self projecting the reality around us our perception changes our being and if all the doors of perception are cleansed all things will appear infinite -j

On the Eve of Jim Morrison’s Birthday 8th dec, 2013: Far From the Singularity to This Real Plane of Existence

On the Eve of Jim Morrison’s Birthday 8th dec, 2013: Far From the Singularity to This Real Plane of Existence

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

A call

A waking

A field of desire

Birds of the new dawn, awaiting

Home where the trees sing, winds rustle and the moon climbs on the back of the hills

Tomorrow after all will bring this day

In a new way this birth

And the world will be saved.

-J

 

The Plasma of Creative Vortex within the Quantum Juke-Box and the Wonderland Toys of Syd Barrett’s Time-Machine

Syd Barrett (6th January 1946 – 7th July 2006)

Syd Barrett (6th January 1946 – 7th July 2006)

 

 

“A movement is accomplished in six stages 
And the seventh brings return. 
The seven is the number of the young light 
It forms when darkness is increased by one. 
Change returns success 
Going and coming without error. 
Action brings good fortune. 
Sunset”.

– Chapter 24, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967, Barrett, Pink Floyd)

The Plasma of Creative Vortex within the Quantum Juke-Box and the Wonderland Toys of Syd Barrett’s Time-Machine

Consciousness-Analogue

The streets gazed for a lonely hour

Infinite in that  world of self-reflection

Cars pulled the daydream of the sun

Wheeling across empty surface of lands

There are forgotten highways to golden octopus

Tentacles crawled the mirror of memory

Deep within the substance of matter a game of  sorts is played; the grasshopper whirls

 

The green home becomes pale, indistinct

Extinguished are the sources of light

In the intrepid darkness

The path half known leads to dire questioning  of  the self

Sacred Rock

Sacred Rock, Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Where are we going? Who am I?

What light years have we traveled in the lyre of music?

Dipping donuts in the musk tea, the strings are strummed by an invisible hand

We only recognize what we see; the rest is the secret of the Law

Our change changes over the time making us tools to our own machines

“What did you dream?

It’s alright we told you what to dream”.

As I walk and  feel, others as strangers are receding behind me

I think for a while; a puff of dust soon follows the trail of the candyman

Into that musical room where clocks work magnificently well

All shapes and sizes ticking every billionth of a second

In precise geometric configurations

Where time is finally lost  in a Wonderland

A merry-go-round – summer’s trapeziums are winter landscapes of a higher truth

I fell through that tunnel into the other side

Invoking rapidly the sign of my ancient birth

Buttercups dandelions and the mystic fragrance of the emerald shores

Resurrecting my own cause

From a blind nothing of the imperial Absolute

I stand within and cross over the bridge

To end where I began

The journey of the man in a ship of fools.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref:

“What did you dream?

It’s alright we told you what to dream”.- Welcome to the Machine/Wish You were Here, Roger Waters, Pink Floyd, 1975

RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 151st Birth Anniversary, 9th May, 2013: GITANJALI AS EXPRESSIONS OF UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS AND THE NUCLEAR SUBSTANCE OF SURRENDER TO THE PRIMA-MATRA OF CREATIONAL EXISTENCE

Tagore and Einstein, July 1930

Tagore and Einstein, July 1930

RABINDRANATH TAGORE’S 151st Birth Anniversary, 9th May, 2013: 

GITANJALI AS EXPRESSIONS OF UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS AND THE NUCLEAR SUBSTANCE OF SURRENDER TO THE PRIMA-MATRA OF CREATIONAL EXISTENCE

Consciousness-Analogue

Substance forms the soul, the soul is substance

It splits into object and subject

Floating in the naked veil of consciousness

Unwrapping its own continuity

It’s own sense of the magnificence of time and space

Captured like a needle-in-haystack moment of our history’s invariant ‘now’

Beauty resides in the sleep of  eternity’s wakefulness

Rabindranath Tagore and Divine Mother, Japan, circa 1917

Rabindranath Tagore and Divine Mother, Japan, circa 1917

Aboard the quantum magic of the self containing ‘I”

Arose the sweet sharp call of the nuthatches

Desiring the sun’s womb in the cold gesticulation of matter’s open converse with the spirit

Songs are qubits with a special geometric Fibonacci alignment of their internal data -structures

Rhythm is the mother of all verse

Dance is the metaphor of silence procreating the non-silent hymn of humanity (distinctly non-local!)

Creating masterpieces that become frieze in the collective memory of our race

Struggle of the entity can only show us the long road to the ‘hiranyagarbha’

together: our tomorrow is brighter than the childhood of the sun

An honest submission like a speaking tree worshipping the sacred fruit as its koan

Disseminated across miles of green yards and blue harvested seas

Like a possibility within the eternal frame

Watching all that passes by second after second

Dissecting every acts of consciousness

The field of the actor is the Higgs-Field

Lila is the quantum derivation of the self from multiple selves

One is two in every two of one

Nuclear submission of Git-Anjali to the creative vortex of fire

All planets and stars are gyrating round it – spinning in half

I give letters to your words, light to your eyes without being recognized

The unrecognizable point in the creation is hrahum velta-brazuip virtual

As the hammer drives the nail, the lightning strikes

Thunder wears the ragged clothes of the rain

Darker clouds collapse making streams flow like the unending music of the labour of our fruit

Visions appear that encapsulate the syllables of Savitri

Ya Etad Vidur Amritas Te Bhavanti

“Those who realize him, transcends the limits of mortality-

not in the duration of time, but in the perfection of truth.”

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: ‘Those who realized him,…in the perfection of truth”. ( The Religion of Man, Rabindranath Tagore)