Poetry from the Yunho Bags and the Mystical Art of Learning from Pottery: Drop-Leaves as Grace to Activate the Learning Self

Zen and the Art of Pottery

Zen and the Art of Pottery

‘I counted minutes and subtracted miles. Just ahead,

over the rolling wheat fields all golden beneath the distant snows

of Estes, i’d be seeing old Denver at last’ – Jack Kerouac, On the Road

kali da the dreamer

Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac

YUNHO/Yield Under Naturalists’ Historical Surplus – THESE ARE INFORMATIONS CALLED DROP-LEAVES

Poet is a potter

Weaving words

From the void

An automatic expression of the hands

When the mind is still

Listening to the universe

Feeling an unknown sensation

Knowing that by recollection

Becoming it

A primordial dance may have sculpted Buddha and Aurobindo {APOLRERNTREN  8896D38 Zip-Birds/Information Carrier}

In its own way scripted what is there beyond         

A Potter and His Apprentice source Wikipedia Pottery

A Potter and His Apprentice source Wikipedia Pottery

Clouds that move are still on the waters

The river nestles an abode of stars

Or they will fly away one day, receding?

You too will appear and disappear

Your face in the mirror is the fear that dislocated the human race

And you may exist on your own

And ceaselessly try

But just for a moment

Stop

Non-doing is the non-locality of action at a point immensely over the whole fabric

Does the sky remain blue?

Do the birds sing?

And winds hurl over the sea?

You may come back again and have a laugh

Purely gyrating

Disown the ownership of the body and mind

Creating the path to higher evolution                                   

BARADA CHARAN MAJUMDAR seated in the center with poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and NB Sanyal: Sri Aurobindo called him

BARADA CHARAN MAJUMDAR seated in the center with poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and NB Sanyal: Sri Aurobindo called him “The Greatest Yogi of Modern Bengal”

By not  seeking                                                                           

HUI-NENG, The 6th Patriarch in Zen

HUI-NENG, The 6th Patriarch in Zen

By not trying

Laughing about all these things

Don’t care about the apple’s fall, starlight and the Muse

No more begging at the door of dreams

Legs move and fingers make

Or unmake the new poetry from pottery

A journey’s long unending course is precisely in not knowing

On the road you don’t know

An arrow needs a bow

And in that afterglow

You may have sometime to drink your tea!

Life’s an adventure amnextarv-D-CUSP-PLIM-899.K/65 DEGREE,EFRAN,CLEX.

– J

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The Haloed Presence of the Man in the Stars in the Future Projection of the Present Via Time Travel in the Past Through the End of the Tunnel (Shambhala, Happy Happy Boughs!)

Shambhala-10, Samij Datta, 2012

The Haloed Presence of the Man in the Stars in the Future Projection of the Present Via Time Travel in the Past Through the End of the Tunnel (Shambhala, Happy Happy Boughs!)

Consciousness-Analogue

Words are eating up words in silence

Silence is the holy tongue whose grace is the language of love

Numbers are only sacred stars behind the tree of life

Origin is the witrahed-father of future poetry

Origin is orihin is origiaboun destiny of matter and spirit

Behind the sun, the supramental quantum rod is manifested through alblackica

Causal verb is the action in inaction denoted by transitive axis of time coordinates in z-plane 

The home is a home farther away from home in a boxet card

Run Jesus run, run like hell

Stone is the future from past to present in 4321 AD –where are we now?

The gods are an end in themselves as there is an end in the end of the beginning

The fruit of the rhyme-matter is worship of time by eternity in a clopen set function (Ex)

Resultant force greater than normal evolution carrier-force germination

Substance matter is Baquitra eternal in Zazitavid eternal as Vishnu in Vushnu

Ongkar is crahoho rehavo crahoho ongkar

In the forests of the night, the tyger is the sign of the new supermind

Walls fall and break, new light is coming down for the resurrection of life.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Shambhala-7, Samij Datta, 2012

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’!

Tribal Art, West Bengal, 2011

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’!

Consciousness-Analogue

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/

Boxet-18, Samij Datta, 2012Chin

Netaji’s 115th Birth Anniversary, 23th Jan 2012: Divine Mother’s Consciousness In the Light of the Coming Time- The Final Purushottam Lila

Netaji’s 115th Birth Anniversary, 23th Jan 2012: Divine Mother’s Consciousness In the Light of the Coming Time- The Final Purushottam Lila 

Consciousness-Analogue

A pure reflection of what we stand for our courage

Glasses stand for classes that do not exist

Although they exist in the intellectual virtuosity of the rational mind

But those who stand above in the clear consciousness of the being

For them man is equal to man and shall be to the divine

For the divine only spells the need for a classless being

In the dome celestial autonomy of a higher magnitude

Strength of knowledge and pure heart can win back and write the order of a new destiny

There syllables are the link with the past and the future

Mahabharata written many times in the handbook of the master’s soliloquy

The chariot wheels have fastened the words faster than time

And in the logbook of the eternity the dead is not dead

Neither frozen like the stars few million light years away

Vermillion stains on the bark tree-time                                                  

Can chant the mantra of the oblivious seed

But on the seashore sands the alphabets of man’s freedom

Await the journey of the final light

The sun was a shadow at the time of eclipse

The ravens only saw the tentacles of the crawling night

But none saw beauty’s petals that composed the lines on a fair dreaming horizon

It was the colors and music that gave birth to the grasses for harvesting a new life

Changes conquer the fallen world the consciousness ripens the truth

And in the yellow submarine of the Parabrahman Lila

The sky was the blue beak of a green alter of space, man the bird was finally free!

Jay Jesus, Hari Om Tat Sat (3x)

Om namo Bhagavate (3x)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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/