Silent Era Comedy of Chaplin and The Quantum Note of Winning the Mind Share of the Audience

Image, Modern Times, 1936 by Charlie Chaplin

 

Silent Era Comedy of Chaplin and The Quantum Note of Winning the Mind Share of the Audience

Consciousness-Analogue

Subtle bonds of friendship are the psychic hologram of the creational ‘self’

They exist within the multitude dimensions of time, the ‘eternity’

Pathos is the existential cubic root of the tragedy of man

From the ape to the logocentric derision of God the Father

He has burnt his fingers in the fire between the stones

Thou art the light of the Absolute unmanifest, “gather ye rosebuds while ye May”,

The sea folded itself into the sand grains on my palm

Innocence that was lost was found on a coral shore of my memory

Transcendence was the virtue of silence in a flock of transmigratory birds

The sea-hawk was a reptile it had knowledge of the pristine nature

Zero is the mother of all gravity-kingdoms. The colours came from a visionless sat-meditation on acintya bhedabheda tattva

Thoughts replicate true order when nirvana is attained

For that to happen, the mind may connect to its root via deltrom-geltrom protein fibre

To see is to think that you exist not in a line of spatial continuity but as a vacuum-link to time perennial questions of the creation starting with ‘Who Am I’

It is a question to annihilate the subatomic particles in the Fermilab of the still Self till you recover the anti-I which is a kind of non-self matter of time in the evaluative process of the Cross- Judgement of matter in the ultimate spirit of existence

Consciousness streams allow particles to move – the sempiternal ‘poise’ is the bliss of the prabrahman sutra

Negate the self but not the time till you become ‘the sound from it all’ that came from the pre-origin monastery of primeval bodies before the great collision in alblackica time

The theatre was dark lit with many stars under the heavy canopy of Charlie Chaplin; man learned the language of laughter in the silent expressions of ‘joy and sorrow’

To win is not to lose but to win that which you can never lose.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Gather ye rosebuds while ye May” (To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time- Robert Herrick)

 

 

 

 

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Cosmic Signs of Consciousness within Random Quadruplex Time in the Memory Card of Wealth-Cross Syndicate

QUINWING A, Samij Datta, 2012

Cosmic Signs of Consciousness within Random Quadruplex Time in the Memory Card of Wealth-Cross Syndicate (Time 6.88 RR -Years > 9.889 K)

Consciousness-Analogue

Within a symmetry of stars the logic of dissimilar numbers

Connected in a thread and operating in a space

Their logic-gates are reasons harvesting intuition

The desire of the left to be the right and vice-versa

Up-down in a hollow tube speechless and fine

The car is not tyres but a mobile transit of consciousness

From distance point A to B, the mind is the first quantum-magnetocraft

With a dog as his friend in the journey through life

The mountains are frozen umbrellas used by the cats on a sunny day

They are mistletoes of spring on a Japanese Friday

The lights are still gazing at the hills in the last trace of the sun

And the old man is calling his sheep from the point on a table where the kitchen fork etched a circle

Back in the garden, time was her play thing in the nomadic land of Alblackica.

The Radiant Manifest-Supra-Un-Manifest Hymn and the Journey of Ionicixa within the Three Vertices (Love-Light-Life) of the Equilateral Triangle

IONICIXA ETERNAL, Samij Datta, 2012

The Radiant Manifest-Supra-Un-Manifest Hymn and the Journey of Ionicixa within the Three Vertices (Love-Light-Life) of the Equilateral Triangle

The fire in the stone gave birth to man’s imagination in art and poetry

He surrendered to matter as matter unfolded in him the laws of transformation

Light and consciousness playing like fish on a zebra-fin-lake

His years were turned into a future spectacle in anno domini

His eyes forecast innumerable frames per second by the Varltumin camera inside

Wishing yellow in every green of the blue flakes turning violet and indigo in the Navajo base

That line of mother’s energy is white spiritual light of Ionicixa eternal

Gold ambrosiac dawn metamorphosed night’s separation of consciousness into little-light-webulas

Then came rain to grow vegetation in the desert land of les albos

The fox-crow beak saw the old sea swelling with tumultuous ice

And in the yime of the zime the time-matter fabric of the Alblackica clock

Saw the mother of forms emerge from the dream

Dreams are de-evacto-celluloid matter of bliss rising as a meta-phoenix

The Phoenician sailors knew the time; they knew the bell-ship ring

Like a wave of unfounded silence across the harbour of destiny

Rolling as it came chaos ensembling pure yuhamin brahmic poise and supermind

Ambatat-harastot-afraz-haramuz (mountains-farmers-horses-elephants)

Ambatat-harastot-afraz-haramuz….

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

The Kinematics of Lunar-Spring Consciousness and the Meditative Reflexes of Future Poetry

 

 

Lunar-Spring Consciousness, Samij Datta, 2012

The Kinematics of Lunar-Spring Consciousness and the Meditative Reflexes of Future Poetry

Consciousness-Analogue

Patches of sky green fields and the river

Poetry is a straight line woven from the supermind

Xenon-calf Zarathustra , fire is fire to sacred waters on the sea

Anander giripath diye hete jay din

Days walk on the mountains of joy

The lyrical sacrosanct of all this is the Hari Purusha

I see myself reflected in the things I know

Quantum-meon domain, one with the other, the other is one

The other is the zero engulfing all

Akhenaten meditating on the spiral galaxies

Grey Ohms memory calls her, his queen, the Nefertiti

Words are unknown to her silence is the mother of all chaos

Republic formed from her primal inception of the unmanifest quanta

She was an ontological truth-table on matter and consciousness

Matter earns consciousness as bliss

That’s when reflected back earns matter as consciousness

Through the Vora-gate the creation learns to exchange information as packets of energy

From me to him, to her and to them and into the vessel of delight! Parame!

– Joy Roy Choudhury