Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring

I- Gnostic Symbol, Samij Datta, 2012

Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring: No-Thing is a Kind of Dimensional Action, wgw-Specific, Time Event (In the Beginning will be the End)

Consciousness-Analogue

River is the source of the ocean beneath the mountains

They assume the shape of a dolphin migrating into the Yungdrung

Sometimes words are just shapeless destinies of many creations

Words are words in the pink fabric of the sky after the dusk light has settled carrying vehicles of rishi angiras

Empty signs are no more the simulacra of minds clothed in reason

They have verified the truth they drank from the cup of the examiner’s chalice

What promise is unfounded in the land of the gods? What crown awaits the final Apocalypse?

Choice is not a question before the bird of lateral freedom; the knife bleeds as much as the flesh

Sitting amidst a ruin of broken prayers he has seen time pass into the dignity of no-thing

Pebbles glide into pebbles rock tumbles and falls into the waters rhyming with the winds

Their natural state can hold infinite realities within the dream of a momentary circle

Silence recovered from sleep restores the meaning of an impossible-possibility

There are no anagrams in the evacuation of space by time in the truth-circle of san-zan-van infinity

The golden light at the hour of the Ark is the only true saviour in the eight-fold mountains

Shantih…Shantih…Shantih.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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 Alpha-Sovereign Grey Hound Lines Transformed the Ancient-Cloud Technology into the Time-Square of the Vitruvian Man

VITRUVIAN MAN, Leonardo Da Vinci, 1487 (Proportions of Man)

The Alpha-Sovereign Grey Hound Lines Transformed the Ancient-Cloud Technology into the Time-Square of the Vitruvian Man (Time Square is the Temple of the Psychic Lotus/Pink Lotus)

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE

Evolution is an artful science through which the ‘many’ in the ‘one’ finds its rightful place in the bottle of time that oozes out like Champagne. Every product in the eye of the consumer is the replica of himself in the mirror of the self procreating in ‘moments of clarity’ to redefine an identity of aspiration and love. Development is through these vertices that label products into ultimate-growth manifestation of a populace that has credentials of the divine glory in the golden ratio of cosmic harmony. The product is the mother that creates the desire through its signs and prepares the user through the time-bound energies of the creation; to be more is not less and less is never more but to be just is the right to be man in the cross-equilibrium of the circle that determines the proportion of perfect growth, each according to the capacity of the vessel it can fill or envelop to be the peace symbol of an ultimate race that has the power to enchant, create and recreate the history of civilizations as the fire emboldens the velocity of mind.

Sunscreen apricots find the shade of Levis true to their own mask yielding walking boots on the shore of an empty ocean. None knows the whereabouts of Christian Dior on the pink-lotus steps of the blue valley, they saw them crawl like fireflies unsung like the quitars of the yellow sea, the cinnamon candles were burning on the woody tables in the banquet hall ; Moët et Chandon slips into the powdered musk of the velvet skies, the germination of the dawn lends its hands to the clockwork orange of Alblackica afternoons; dogs bite dog-ends and watches Joseph Heller do the macabre hi bop on the caramel floors of the extratet creation. Bars of light twine with the fragrance of Rashomon and couple the rhythms with the fountain-orchids of La Dolce Vita, Do you see the black leather belts that fascinate the late evening jazz at the Windsor manor? And in between the Frank Zappa of the bohemian rhapsody do you hear the Nokia waiting to pick up calls from the Godot of the destined stars, silence admires another silence, microchips work faster that god, the multiverse is full of consciousness, speak and be true to your self O man! The Volvo waits in the rain to be taken away by the breezy summer Mercedes of an autumnal reprise, yellow artifacts of the ancient cloud makes green tea with the zen-elbow technology of a zhaotic verb that sits in the armchair nucleus of Norwegian wood. She came and sat on an endured throne and ordered the Ikea from chain stores of Pappilon (read ‘Babylon’!); from the window of the moons the sun was pale vanilla of sweet memories of Kodak making space the alca oktamin bride of frinctuon; for size and dimension the copier was the cat that ran parallel to the white line of energies to ring each bell for a thousand words of love. The end was Rolling Stones playing Voodoo Lounge for the ANZ of a Vitruvian man. Evolution touches the edge of Shakespeare in the platina of Led Zeppelin, flying over it saw timeless moments caught in the web of Harley Davidson as wireless codes are empty bubbles in the sky in the walking ozone of Walulikohim; machine IBM read the letters ‘never meaning to send’ after minutes and synchronized its seconds with the coldplay timepiece of the eternal lands.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Cover Art of Voodoo Lounge, ’94 Studio Album, The Rolling Stones