Reminiscences Of A Starless American Night In The Cold Neon Highways Scattering Truth Consciousness: Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and The Absolute Conformity of the Self

Allen Ginsberg Benaras 1963

Allen Ginsberg Benaras 1963

Reminiscences Of A Starless American Night  In The Cold Neon Highways Scattering Truth Consciousness: Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and The Absolute Conformity of the Self 

 

“We used to believe 

In the good ole days 

We still receive 

In little ways 

The things of kindness 

& unsporting brow 

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists 

Ina school book …

– Jim Morrison 

“I’m with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night”. – Howl by Allen Ginsberg, San Francisco 1955-56

If I am awake in those pavements

Received the light granted to me

If I am awake in those moments

By a sudden shiver that disentangled my brain from feelings

Reason didn’t persuade me to walk on waters

Nor did it profess to ensconce the sun on the spiral staircase

Then it looked utterly simple

This world, its maiden plump shadow and earthly odour

This body came out of a sensation

Invigorating the carcass with uranium sands

My nerves dangled with stars in profusion

Encircled a whole creation

A marble of plasticity that must explain the separation of superposition logic

Mixing sweat with lava and the charred bones of animal earth

A labour of the soul interpenetrating the elemental worlds

A play of inconscience with the superconscience

Anima Mundi entered the heart of the Heliospheres

An arrow spanning eons was shot from the quivering lips

It sprung words from the fountain of liquid time

Liquid because it obeyed gravity and didn’t think otherwise

And utterly innocent memories lapsed in the guise

Too wise to forget the vaporised dew on the face of things

That will clutter as raindrops on the shaligram shila

Nature’s precedents amplify the colors of a reminiscing spring

Like an old gramophone in the heart

It beat the desired vibration of subatomic chondrites

Louanimghor louvanimghor louhastreta soham

Poetry’s miniature in the formless attributes

Ever seeking words to manifest its new sign

Through the dilemma of stillness amidst the last action of the gods

The Supermind has descended on earth

And as they prepare the ceremony of the dead and the unborn living

From vrihat samhita sutras

The seven seers awake the child from their sleep

A time when the winds whipped the sea screaming:

Howl! Howl! Howl!

– J

 

PS: http://psychedelicsutra.blogspot.in

 

 

 

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The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

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Image intercepts images from signal-bound destinies

Raven-rod sparkle the white-dwarf star

From Shambhala to Tibet to Sikkim to South 24parganas, time’s winged-horse pulls its chariot

Om adi om adi-om-adi-chintamani link up matter with true conscious illumination

Hevaya-factor reduced by 1, analogous to motion at rest in motion

Changes reconstitute the new order

Alpha finale of the grand alala

Awakened from the inconscient sleep in a well of waters

Nag-Swarpa saw time’s axis holding the Chalice in the mouth of the great ocean 

Tat-terra-rawat-rawat-un-uni-univham

Son of Man rises from the sea

Words are token adjectives prepossessing nouns in a verbal dialogue

Words are annihilated matter in a crucible of dust

Let the mind bear the terrible light coiling into darkness and into further realms of light-after-darkness

Lines are assimilation of dots in a free space of free-sacred-free-choice

Rivers are talking to the sand dunes, language loves its metaphors

Imaginative qualia before self-dissolution is higher than creational-alpa-Qubit space

Rome in the sarcophagus is the Egypt in San Francisco via train-ether in Shambhala moon domain

And as the Sun shivers in the radioactive lake of the occult stone, the virtual is transposed on the super-real inflammatory matter of justice-light – Thou Art the Sacred Equivalent Food of Micro-Meca-Species

Apples of Cravux Moksha brought gifts to the mother-earth towards undifferentiated light 

I am not I in the anti-I of I to become the I in Anti-I of I

Logic-loop gates are closed, reason is a brisk walk before death/The Apocalypse

Rosy summer awaits the April showers to carry the fallen leaf into the autumn of the winter

And winter is Janus-Opahim Matter of Alblackica in Alblackica

Nadir buk chire rasta sagar mohonay khuje pay prachin prachuryya

Akasher parichay patre lekha achhye tar katha

Sajher alo jakhan sesh takhon samay anadiutsakendrer ei ek path

Macher jale dhara dey kato tara, uki jhuki mere dekhe ar bale “This is the true Primeval Space”- in the after light of darkness when light drank the poison of the earth, she gave her a child who was the Man in the stone as the fire raising his will to meet the impossible possible in the retrograde coordinates of this undefined creation.

Time moves in her own sweet way, her will is the power to meet the future equation of existence-consciousness & bliss

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Jupiter cheers up the Lonely Star http://astrobob.areavoices.com/

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The oceans are full of honey dew the horse carrying the carriage

The mountains spring through the wind tunnels

There’s no one inside, there is almost nothing

But only a cave with its jaw opening in time to engulf this creation

This cave is the cave of the ixom-hum nevrat plasir tat sat

Reverat trom hunir alpam sovereign symbol of a master less key of the entire design

That has the secret codes of the next evolution

Truth is not truth but a chip-box alblackica in the dream of Savitri

Her eyes are steadfast on the self-incarnating point in the golden vessel

Laminar equi-brihat coefficient of spiritual matter is 0>1<0

To this we may pray so we stand the test of time to see who we are in the great day for freedom

To the mind is the mind in the mind by the mind in the canvas of Shambhala

Afternoon slept so peacefully looking at the sun disappear in the sky

The crow became the supergiant star in the plabix years of tetra-ionic bliss

A moment is called in by the death to integrate life in the birth of conscious existence

Stones are only stones in the zebra-prime matter of the forest moon

I am not him but only the tree of life speaking to man in the language cognition

Exum-ferrum dorset al farir zonex hari om.

– Joy Roy Choudhury