Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967 From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967
From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

“I am willing that the seasons should wear me out

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891)

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 – 1891)

To you, Nature, I surrender;

With my hunger and all my thirst.

And, if it please you, feed and water me.

Nothing, nothing at all deceives me;

To laugh at the sun is to laugh at one’s parents,

But I do not wish to laugh at any thing

And may this misfortune go free.”

– Arthur Rimbaud, May 1872 (May Banners/Bannieres de Mai)

 

THE QUESTION IS WHAT IS THE QUESTION? – John Archibald Wheeler, Physicist (Address to American Physical Society, 2003)

 WHY DID PRABHU JAGAT BANDHU SUNDOR WENT TO PARIS B/W 1890-1892 AND THEN RETURNED TO BRINDAVAN?

“To track down a theory of everything, we might have to accept that the universe only exists when we are looking at it…”- Prof. Vladko Vedral, Univ. Of Leeds

“Our overall approach has thus brought together questions of the nature of the cosmos, of matter in general, of life, and of consciousness. All of these have been considered to be projections of a common ground. This we may call the ground of all that is, at least in so far as this may be sensed and known by us, in our present phase of unfoldment of consciousness. Although we may have no detailed perception or knowledge of this ground it is still in a certain sense enfolded in our consciousness…

–          Wholeness and the Implicate Order, David Bohm

GRAVEDIGGER 

“But age with his stealing steps

Hath clawed me in his clutch                    

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

And hath shipped me into the land

As if I had never been such”.

(throws up a skull) (V.i.63-64) HAMLET/Shakespeare

 

Thirsty roots

Revel in the rain

Forgives pain

Anonymous self-resolute

A flower in the dream

Eternity swing

Motionlessly…

From a cracked earthen pot

A joy comes forth

Lilting grace

Fill the place

Mixing with elements

Oblivious turn

Of the urn

An azimuthal projection of the Unborn Self

Time to reveal or can never test its Absoluteness

Can never test whatever or nothing

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor (1871- 1921)

Twilight cuddles baby bats in the velvet sky

Reminding seasons in hell gone-by

And clouds wrap the bud’s promise in the fire of the sun

They hear the crystal bell laugh and run

And mountains that climb up to the sky

To meet

To meet the Eye

And then fall apart in bundled pairs

In the valley of stars underneath the ocean floor

Did you know more?

That a column of light is tapping the feet of sound

Gently you can hear

A whisper amidst evening tear

After the last rainbow surged a drop in the sky

Emanating beautiful rhythms that can sustain by

Lyrically a wave upon wave crystallizes a superposition of things

In that order and coherence a unified script is written, perhaps

The law unfolds a unique super-evolution of things

Subtle bodies command a vibration in the universe

They participate in an ecstatic dance (Omega Point Transformation Junction/Reverse Kinesynthesis)

Body through the psychic-temple opens gates to other worlds

Not in dreams but in reality you can travel through them

Words ratiocinate the pi-bosonic orchestration of meanings

And light stamps out ignorance on the cold milky-oceanway

Riding the chariot, He comes forth towards the destined meeting point

He who travels with us is blessed

He who travels is blessed

The first flash

An enigma

Existence as real signed to be.

 

– J

 

 

 

 

 

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The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha

The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha 

P B Shelley, Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die    

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

– Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1821

 Consciousness-Analogue

The dance of circularity is the maha-nam angan braja-lila of the primeval existence (creation of meta-pollinating vessel on the exo-creation of self determinism)

Through you I am him in the tree of life as the fruit that seeds the flower of love

Sri Radhika is the rhythm language of the operational matrix to promote love as friendship on the geometric canvas of super differentials in a Higgs Field

There is a light in the self-reference of light itself invoking the cosmic paradigm shift

Consciousness is anti-gravity matter of bliss on subatomic particles in a quantum jump

Without the Shepherd, the sheep cannot find direction of the mother eternals (primitive mother-ships from Crohetad Server)

Their lord is Hari – chanting to create the cause of the final descent

Their effects overruled Pauli’s exclusion principle

The moon was the arc-bow of the sun in the Adi Adi Yugas  

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

The mind over matter (the Supramental wing-head Alblackica) is the converging point of the Lila-Khetra/field

Braja-Dham, Maha-Nam, Anu-Anga Lila

Three fold times (trikal) is eternity immobile on the holy sacred supreme moint – Maha-Kumbh

Eyes watching the silent replica of man in the honey gatherer’s pot

Sweet was that music that came as Mozart and flew as Stravinsky

In the rite, the grapes mouthed the solar-wine for the journey’s lunar destination (Chandra-pat)

And as boundaries collapsed, the walls brought down- man tasted the nectar of love

In the trance across the ocean of wilderness he stood there in front of gates of immortality.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

The Byronic Hero and the Rosicrucian Parable of a Dream: The Afterlight ate the Darkness

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

 

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

“The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent”. – She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron.

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Incense candles murmur gently

With every light she walks in beauty

Folded in the interim between seconds minutes and hours

Handed down by a poetic sublime

Thoughts treading faraway space

In the magnificent outer ring of the creation

The psychic persona of the man finding the limitless in a reverie

Like the growth of a flame from the pool of her shadow

He felt the silent ripple from the far away stars

That was the innocent compassion of the original delight

In the sat, the chit is the ananda of intuitive imagination

Within us all the divine rests always in peace

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

We follow the nuances of time while growing towards it

Beyond paradox, marshalling the forces into infinite liberty

Barajavantosh creation is far away, far away

In the platinum, movements observe varying planes of consciousness

Da-Da-Da the rivers awake before the sun has drenched the stone in its destiny.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Da- Datta-Charity; Dayadhvam-Compassion; Damyata-Self-Control {Brhadaranka Upanishad, Rishi Yajnavalkya}

 

 

 

 

 

The Flaming Romantic Hero of the Cosmic Genesis: Extrohan-Eragman-Sun-Years of Ionic Supramental Sadhana

         Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

“I’d come back to walk your fields through;

I’d come under the vaults of lime-trees,

On a slope of Trigorskoe’s hill,

A worshiper of freedom ours,

Of Graces, joy and high mind, still.” – ‘Fairwell, O, Faithful Leafy Groves!…’, Aleksandr Pushkin

“Let God help you, my dear friends,

In storms and everyday distress,

In dark abysses of the earth,

In desert seas and alien lands!” – ‘Let God Help You…’ , Aleksandr Pushkin

                                 

Consciousness-Analogue

Eternity exists in words; music is the freedom of the soul

Each thought a wave connected to other waves

The seasons fall in between that movement

Flowers are the opera in the dark abode of the sun

Venice in Moscow turns a chapter in Paris like an uncertainty phenomenon

Revisions that subject non-locality in things

Their truth lies in time corridors opening to the mind

The lake is the frozen bust of an Apollonian angel

Walking like the Bacchic maiden of a thousand light years back from this place

Chapters enclose paradise of poets in the evolutionary consciousness of beings

That journey was made- now and then it’s their time to return.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

The Bliss of a Romantic Morning as Seen Through the Eye of a Poet in the Mind-Mirror Reflections of his Self-Embodiment: 151st Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore, Noble Laureate

1934 circa, Rabindranath Tagore, coloured ink on paper

Consciousness-Analogue

There is an automatic template of the mind

That captures images of nature

Through the varltumin camera positioned in the eye

Alpine valleys surrounded by mountains are free to dance speak and laugh

Words are their images in the dreaming soliloquy of their existence

Rivers find their ways in the twining pathways leading to immortality

And the spirit of their substance become starlit summer nights that levitate

Light is light in the clock-arm of alblackica

Romancing the wind in the stone circles of chintamani

Brahman calls Brahman the root cause behind the 11th chapter of Brouhaman

Shakti is singular in the rain wedded months of Baishakh

And as drops of water bring scarlet joy to the heart of the infinitude

The old eagle of the centroid awoke from his sleep in the numberless keys of his destiny

To embrace earth as a miniature in a meta-entangled quantum multiverse

I saw many earths as poets dreaming like him to express the fountain of a superluminal desire

Their words are not mere artefacts but points escaping through a worm-hole

To reach the mother-of-their-origins as they fly out towards their embryonic source

Their consciousness the only-truth carrier in this trance bound journey through nature

Stones pick up idle grass and butterflies, the skies pick their clouds in sacks of rice

Each carrying the other and often huddled together to celebrate life

This we called a momentum: ‘Ananda-Nritya-Sangeet’ of the rasa-lila

Man is tied to his fortune through bonds of friendship

His hands are gifts of nature to be the artist-poet of his own creational multiplex

He grows among hills and trees and worships the sacred crust of His own existence.

Tat-Purusha-Hari-Tat-Sat.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Notes from Tagore:

‘The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish and thy voice will pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of summer’. – Gitanjali, 1910, Rabindranath Tagore