The Great Perfection of the Maha-Atiyoga: Following the River to the Limitless Ocean, The Void -Part II

The Small Arm of the Seine at Mosseaux, Evening Claude Monet - 1878

The Small Arm of the Seine at Mosseaux, Evening by Claude Monet circa 1878/French Impressionism 

OM MAA (3x)

Sometimes the quiet dusk with its orange light refuses to leave

Goddess Saraswati Courtesy RAVI-VARMA-PRESS

Goddess Saraswati Courtesy Ravi-Verma Press 

It’s trace on the waters permeates the scene

With a rich luxury of creamy odours

That breathe into the settling moment’s vibratory tongue

Capturing the breeze among the shrubbery

And the nestling onomatopoeia of the rustling leaves and twilight birds

Returning to their home

They are caressed on the river floor

By the soft edge of a palette knife

Helping to turn every page

It’s seasonal plush of an empty canvas filled by the gleaming woods in the Tapovan

Today, they are singing the song of the universe

Nature’s proximity to the artist’s soul have given them the secret mantra

They chant like the river that flows to eternity

Light in the unending light and darkness no more…

-J

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The Zero Constant within Time-Fluctuations: The Yuwaziha and the Zebra-Moun-Book of Eternals

ALBLACKICA PLATE V, Samij Datta, 2012

The Zero Constant within Time-Fluctuations: The Yuwaziha and the Zebra-Moun-Book of Eternals

Consciousness-Analogue

Sun’s dancing spirals can eat the cow of darkness madness hear the words of reason’s after-light the pantomime crow is the destiny of all –travel far and beyond the creation, to make the creation the creation it shall be.

That shall be the door of an open courtyard many separated differences of lives put together to churn the mill that harvests the milk of the absolute or rather the amsolute in the aksolute. It’s is the best price that can be paid at the alter of Alblackica. Yuwaziya watches the time that has no personnel but the persona of this song is the real unmanifest and the virtual self-professed manifested pentagram in the cross-palm history of this earthy race.

Trees that have feathers are the burning spectacle of a lion in rage he fathers forth the entity of time that came from the cave-pigment of the bell-vision; the vision is the truth that had the binomial function of an azimuthal quantum number, energy dissociated are transferred back to the prima matra and in the mirrored hologram of the mind cast-lind-wall- it’s rather in the plates that the unread chapters are read again to give matter the highest frequency that it can maintain with the spirit in unison to fill the promises of an open bargain with the creator or the creatrix. Where are you in the dying vision of the ‘burning giraffes’ of Salvador? The insignificant are casting their vote into the pyramidal structure of the grand design – they are taking the shape of tigers that are the white-sage elephants- the million Bwajem-Jwahyu Sadhus of the non-time matter, of the other-space coming down on earth:

Tetrat Terav Tetrat

Nestrat Nihayo Nestrat

Love is the Wind of the River of No-Time.

Follow her steps as the streams squeeze the grapes to make the setting sun twine with the vine and as the drops fill the lapis with the yellow laughter of the moon, Yuwaziha is dancing…far from time in time to time but not in time as the words end the end of themselves.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Reference: Grateful Album Cover Art (Axomoxoa)