TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

1377-3177 Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

Consciousness-Analogue

In a thousand mile of arid land the eye of the man and the lion on a boat

Seven headed Jagganath on the turmeric sea of white sands

Seven close to eight on nine to ten then zero again without the one

To open the unlocked doors of the hidden kingdom of immortals

A spade of blue turquoise running across the caves of time

A lost chapter in the creational book was reading itself through the magnified meca vision

Some grow old as young others look at the sky in disbelief

Some saw the golden flakes burning like a vast ship in the everlasting space of infinity

Turbulence was not an offence but an offering to cleanse the soul

Gods look to gods to purge themselves and man looks towards the sea

The fruit was bearing the hibiscus adder in the poison of death

Its sting was the injected needle that etherised the mountains and the deserts

Atacama folded in the Taklamakan Gobi and stretched into the sub-Saharan terrain

Inside the reptilian bond the stars of the Erasmus faded into the sunshine of xyro-sun

Christ was annihilated on bed of the rocks to bear the language of the river-songs

Words walking into words as tau on lepton and gluon

Tara tera tara xivo-xivo utrath mekav ryto blomin

In the streets of Shigatse there are no gods

Not even the signs that dangle the desire of man

The tanks are buried deep into the heart of the primordial alter

Beware, beware that time is just coming soon.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

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THE SUB-CHAPTER OF TRIBAL ART IN THE INELASTIC DARK MATTER OF EXISTENCE

Ra-Dofh Eternal, Samij Datta, 2012

THE SUB-CHAPTER OF TRIBAL ART IN THE INELASTIC DARK MATTER OF EXISTENCE (Eternity is Existence as Consciousness in Bliss)

Consciousness-Analogue

Submission of my being in the inelastic dark matter

Have yielded a very high dense polygrammatical memory of quarks and leptons

No man is free till he sees the light in the v-cube of victory

Ambition dies on the road to eternity

Drawing on the board a sketch of a tree that has lived long with the river and the sands

Amulets of gold crown the last fall of a leaf on a slate of a mirror

Words transcend the sorrow of its birth in a tetra-ionic ethereal field

Zoroaster dimed the sun so the night is anointed with the stars of the zebra-fin lake

The lion of the Talmud is rising from the sea    

And as the dog followed the hunter into the woods of arcadia

Remember the song that gave the heart its first taste of joy

Bursting from the sky into the aquamarine caves of the psychiquazim

Nevra-prime matter of consciousness gave diction to geometry

The circles oozed the triangles in the large hadron collider

And chanted the anonymous hymn of the microcosmic world

Zero always stands  as zero in the one two three of its gametophores

And the flowers cupped the solstice in the arm of its neck

Tring tring hring hrum hrim massless troton on alpha nanorobotic space

Eats Sommerfeld’s equations as ants ride the bosonic-boat of the messenger

Hayat tobihat omin soyit

Rekavo utrit deneb om

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tribal Art, Bengal

CELEBRATING DILIP KUMAR ROY’S BIRTHDAY: 22nd JANUARY, 2012: THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

CELEBRATING DILIP KUMAR ROY’S BIRTHDAY: 22nd JANUARY, 2012

THE MOMENTS OF FRAGRANCE And THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

A soulful-singer, a musician, a poet, a lyricist, a man of letters and friendship, a true yogi- Dilip Kumar Roy once said: ‘I do not intend, as did John Milton,”to justify the ways of God to men”.  For as God is a real, throbbing Omnipresent Entity. His multiform divinity needs no ultramodern vindication, least of all when He is perceived solely through the devotee’s love. One who has love for Him does, in effect, say, a la Descartes: “I have glimpsed God with my Eye of Light, therefore I know what God is”. Similarly, one who has truly come to love Mother Ganga may well claim, mutatis mutandis: “Since  I feel in her the touch of the Divine I have no qualms about equating her with a goddess”. This is not an academic defense, but the acknowledgement of an experiential fact, to wit, that one whose heart has responded to the divine call of Mother Ganga can and does dispense once and for all with the services of an intellectual advocate. For he knows that what seems irrational to the mind may, in the last analysis, be suprarational and thus resoluble in the light of our intution. Indeed, are not all paradoxes resolved in the harmony of the Divine? To quote once again from Savitri (V, III):

The world is God fulfilled in outwardness.

The blue sea’s chant, the rivulet’s wandering voice

Are murmurs falling from the Eternal’s harp. – Sri Aurobindo

Years later I sang this song at Hardwar, where the blue-scarfed Ganga purls and dances along pauselessly, and my heart was filled with a deep exhaltation, so much so that on her bank I went composing song after song which I sang in ecstasy. …In one of these I wrote:

In my yearning heart, O Ganga, I

Sing but to appeal to thee:

Come thou to rend the veil that stands

Between thy Grace and me.

For then I’ll see thy light divine

In all and love all, Mother mine!

And learn to harken even in din

To thy soul’s own melody’.

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE: THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

Dadaji (Dilip Kumar Roy) and Mother Indira Devi at Haridwar

See the Dwarka threaded in his eyes                                                        

The haridwar the rishikesh in her eyes

Flowing with the swift ebb of tidal tears of the Ganges

Mother bathes the sun with a smile lost forever in nature’s arms

Or is it there where Narmada meets the sacred soul of its song?

The music rings in thy ears chanting like the waves

Carrying passages of dead earth from history’s charcoal years

Penciled at the bottom with a line or a signature

I am here in between the one and the many

Dancing my way to celebrate the nation

A friend is a friend is a friend is a friend

Love’s token are bird like wings seeking a hermitage

A wonderful carnival of primeval joy

A day when the young meets the old in their arms

A day when soldiers harp the flute of the lord

Canonizing the world eternal Hari OM!

A true seeker of love finds in light’s golden robe

The symbol of original bliss

That is the true mystic meaning of the word

Not in monastic meditation of solitude

But in life itself that has the true colours of trombone music

Rembrandt to Rolland to Sri Ramkrishna

Sri Aurobindo, Mother et al.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

BELOW: Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and his college friends in England, 1920. CLOCKWISE from lower left: D.K. Roy, K.P. Chatterji, Subhash Chandra Bose (Netaji), C.C. Desai.  Pictures courtesy Pilgrims of the Stars- Dilip Kumar Roy and Indira Devi/ Excerpt from Pilgrims of the Stars/ Dada ji & Indira Ma picture courtesy Hari Krishna Mandir Archives- website: http://www.harikrishnamandirindiraniloy.com/