The Sacred Effulgence of Supracosmic-Love: The Sacred Hare Krsna Movement for Divine Unity on Earth (Jim Morrison’s Moonlight Drive/Chandrapat Maha-Uddharan Lila)

“Hari Purush Jagat Bandhu Maha-Uddharan

Chari-Hasta Chandra-Putra Ha-Kit-O-Patan”

(Prabhu Prabhu Prabhu He)   (Anantanantamay)

Unity Flowers from Fragmentation of Beings in the Trinity of Para-Brahman – Sacred Inflorescence of the Para-Prakiti Preparing the Field for Maha-Kalki Abirbhava

“Let’s swim to the moon,           

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Let’s climb through the tide,

Penetrate the evening

That the city sleeps to hide…

Nothin’ left open 

And no time to decide 

We’ve stepped into a river 

On our moonlight drive…”

– Moonlight Drive, Jim Morrison,The Doors

I

Love is the original flower of the child’s dream; he didn’t know what it was but felt a ripple in his heart desiring the future fragrance of colours on the patterns of his mind’s self-effulgence. He didn’t see anything in the void but it was just expressed as an unknown feeling in the womb of time. That moment of sacred realisation transfused itself in a frame of eternity beyond that into many units each corresponding to the rhythm of the self as if music is born from the undying stuff that had in it the whole creation pre-birth /pre-natal formations to post-creation and formal synthesis of all different bhavas (mind-feelings) that makes the Creatrix’s consciousness.

There was only this line

Nothing else

A pattern of interference

A love unknown but desiring the non-matter to create the hyper-illusory meta-world of the senses

Each corresponding to a vibration

A thought of the vacant mind

Jim Morrison- An American Poet

A logic without linearity of existence in the sat-chit-ananda

A random de-coherence of multiple existence

The Brahman spoke to the child

He said ‘You who is that is it’

And ‘If you know then you can’t see it’

But ‘If you feel then you can see that you know it’

‘You are the Lord of this creation’

‘In every eye, you are that in it for that to co-exist’

‘That is the Child riding the white horse of the solar-ellipse rasas

‘He seeks the ark, the garden, the sun of the moonlight drive

‘The cafes on the seafront, the bards, the minstrels and the fishermen

The theatre draws on him closer to the eye

Watches each frame, the dawn’s highway, the car cruise

The ecstasy of love, the brows of the eternal hymn

Tears roll like the sea, the waves light the joy in the sky      

Foreseeing the triple suns of the everlasting day

A silent word like the bull’s strength milks the chit of the ananda

And there he knows the Sat of the Hari Naam Sankirtan

Hare Krsna Hare Krsna Hare krsna

Sri Chaitanya in aboriginal light

A moment’s waking vision in a dream

Walking the long road to that destiny

The child knows the way…

II

Tree-Prism of the Supracosmic self in Prabhu Sundor

Xerut-worship Juvak

A wave of impulses over the Acradian field

Arcturus ball of fire

Souls’ departure and arrival through the portal

Past thisness of the future’s present

Inscape –a journey

Awaiting the coming of the Lord.

– Joy