Axis Rotation in the South-South Direction ς-6- ς Invisible Range Mass-Meon Orbital Setup: Time Cross Consciousness Alblackica Stone

21-Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

Axis Rotation in the South-South Direction ς-6- ς Invisible Range Mass-Meon Orbital Setup: Time Cross Consciousness Alblackica Stone

Consciousness-Analogue

Twilight’s arms are rested on the church in the anti-matter of the sky
there are no chairs or pedestals or any alter

The sacred trust is in between the words replicating words as words not words

Non verbal speech act of final destiny

Image dimension higher than normal perception

6-sigma-6 inside yaya-chintamani-yaya chakra

t-shambhala belts walking as it walks in bliss-dorpen-sun

The moon is hiding behind the clouds like a leaf in a smoke of air

Time tells eternity to unlock the keys to the kingdom of paradise

Janus-vivi-afa-afa technopolis of the distant stars shining like a red lotus in the Grail chalice of consciousness (Alblackica, the mother of the secret scion in the golden tube of Helios Sanctorum)

Travidh is Travidh is Travidh

Climbing the feet of the earth and rising to meet the eyes

Time Square = 3/2 milliseconds eating factorial sum of parallel universes

Creations are mreations in the synthetic verse of purple matter poise

Reason cannot feed the spoons that stir your coffee or tea

Nor can the abstract logic of many super scientists on earth

All lost in a game of maze that has no gateway but only turns and bends

Swift step into the air and become the indivisible guardians of immortality

Yera-huyatit-neyunkav α prime position of the shot on β-0 domain of supreme A1 Realism

Dbh789-veta-axo-yurik987 on plabintim circuit of the creation

All’s well that ends well!

-Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

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Light is a Child of Eternal Darkness vivi-afa-afa-vivi: Alblackica Space Ship Eternal

7 -Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

Light is a Child of Eternal Darkness vivi-afa-afa-vivi: Alblackica Space Ship Eternal

Consciousness-Analogue

Colours of the rainbow originate from the refracted sun beam but where does the sun beam originate?

Black is the mother of a white-dwarf star in the red litmus of its original question? Is the river still flowing from the 8th mountain on its eleventh night?

Comedy is a light hearted rumour that tragedy is dead

From Sophocles to Sri Aurobindo to Satprem, what have you learned in the bread earnings of a vaudeville tramp?

Life’s a shallow waste of celluloid matter in the interchangeable dust of unrecognized energy?

Dark matter is the line drawn on from the chariot of the stars to Sri-Krishna vecta-plabix yachinto doching?

What Higgs Boson is positive over negative cold fusion in the changeless state of rediffusion?

Crow-crab-parabrahman on tram-car line 7

vivi-afa-afa-vivi matter is mater is xeconvuxta

Alfronet technology operating on jubox-hubox-micra-henva

Slow-fin-fish on crocodile years roughly demonstrates the dance of the Elohim

If the tree is the foot of the limb of the man then the sun is to be resurrected in Rome

Gerontion piling dishes in the estuary of dreams beaten by flies and smacked by the ghost

He alone can walk on the streets that are empty after the reversal of time

Dry wings of forest leaves cut their throat with wine and left what they had on the seashore divine

Joshua saw from the empty sign water evaporate and become the dark heavy cloud on the forehead of the creator

He knew that this creation will undergo change, a massive, massive change

Let the truth be in him who is the inner-guide of trath-truth-treth alblackica brihat brihat alblackica.

– 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

Time Projectiles in Vertical Space Dome in the Dynamic Cosmic Consciousness of the Mind-Map-Grip-Zone

 

 

 

QUINWING A, Samij Datta, 2012

Time Projectiles in Vertical Space Dome in the Dynamic Cosmic Consciousness of the Mind-Map-Grip-Zone

Consciousness-Analogue

The defining space positions of a many-particle system in a time elevator

Is through the use of cosmic Jacquard punch cards of the old loom

A typeface of matter emerges in the mind, Berkley was right!

In the hologram of the cosmic multiverse

The circles play and interact with each other

Till trime-nawa-nawa-nawa-trime  is changed into

Trine-nawa-nawa-nawa-trine

Roerich said “through Beauty we pray, with Beauty we conquer”

And in beauty we always find a truth

Through these lines of frozen insertion in the original text    

I declare the constitution of the New World Congress

Where every atom is the atomized fusion of consciousness

That is granted to time followers in a classical episteme of non-local causality

A flower is a leafy diagram of many rivers in the myriad mind-wells of the time-gap

Its hexagram is the pentecostal fire of the darkness burning in the vacuum bond

She had the stars fixed in a receptacle

Or else a kite flying in the metallic frame of Benjamin Franklin

She was mouth of the pentacle guarding the lion of alblackica

She was the first oracular synthesis of man’s occult power with reason

She was the dead star, the white dwarf of an amphibious ring

Shining like pink argyle diamonds in the sky

Retat-rua-ro-avra-electroyim-nevanta talk-time in a bird-watch-loop game.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury