Searching for the ‘Guru’ and ‘Finding Him’ in the Naked Awareness of Rigpa: Blessings from the Dzogchen Teachings/Guru-Purnima 2016

Guru Rinpoche

Padmasambhava or Guru Rinpoche in Dancing Posture

“BRAHMAN IS IN THE SPACE WITHIN THE HEART” (NIHITAM GUHAYAM)

When Nirvana is made an object of desire, it becomes Samsara.

Real Nirvana cannot be desired because it is inconceivable.

“In him shadows his form the Golden Child

Sri Aurobindo in Pondicherry circa 1917

Sri Aurobindo in Pondicherry, 1917

Who in the Sun-capped Vast cradles his birth:

Hiranyagarbha, author of thoughts and dreams,

Who sees the invisible and hears the sounds

That never visited a mortal ear,

Discoverer of unthought realities

Truth to truth than all we have ever known,

He is the leader on the inner roads:

A seer, he has entered the forbidden realms;

Armed with the golden speech, the diamond eye,

His is the vision and the prophecy:

Kalida Meditating

Kalida Meditating

……..

He is the carrier of the hidden fire,                     Bhagavan Dattatreya

 

……….

The conqueror of the kingdoms of the soul…”

-Savitri Book XI: The Book of the Everlasting Day, The Soul’s Choice and the Supreme

Consummation -Sri Aurobindo

True Dhyana is to realize that one’s own nature is like space, and

the thoughts and sensations come and go in this ‘original mind’

like birds through the sky, leaving no trace.

Manjushri, the Bodhisattva of Transcendent Wisdom

Manjushree The Bodhisattva of Transcendent Wisdom

Jay Guru

netaji with parents

Netaji with Parents

Sri Guru

Guru Jay (3x)

The ever unfinished work of art

Issued from the primordial mind essence

Empty in the beginning and the end

Forever striving for a perfected form

Is pure in the naked space of awareness (rigpa)

Toying with the timeless dimensions of a mise-en-scène

Sculpting out of the fabric of a stone that cannot breathe

Evanescent thoughts vaporized like ether     Shri Shiva in Om offset lithograph, c. 1930

Into the palette of the wonderful void

Colours resonating with melody of sound

Never arising, dwelling or ceasing

But creating textures that the eye can only dream

Between sleep and waking

Flowering thousand petal lotus

Where a child is born

And begins to see

When the world comes to a naught

A moment seized in the clear light

To Immortalize the dancing rapture of the Master King… Jim Morrison 1

“Having abandoned attachment to the fruit of works, ever content,

Without any kind of dependence he does nothing though he is

Ever engaged in work”.  (Sri Krishna in Bhagavadgita)

 

-J

 

 

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The Buddha-Body of Indestructible Reality, the ‘Vajrakaya’ is the Original Expanse of Reality beyond S-N Junction: Direct Experience beyond Conceptualization

‘EXISTENCE AND EMPTINESS ARE IDENTICAL’

‘My brain is only a receiver. In the universe there is a core from which we obtain knowledge, strength and inspiration. I have not penetrated into the secrets of this core, nut I know that it exists.’ – Nikola Tesla

Nila Saraswati or Blue Tara

Nila Saraswati or Blue Tara

Jim Morrison 4

Jim Morrison 

Jay Guru Sri Guru

“On the surface of a single atom

There are many buddhas

As there are atoms.”

Light pours lights

Murmuring like the wind

Across the forests and hills

 

Some are awake

Others don’t see

Running around

roerich at naggar india

Nicholas Roerich in Naggar, India

 

In the vortex of fire

Maha-avatarBabaji Maharaj

Sri Maha=Avatar Babaji Maharaj

Beings emanate

Praying for immortality

They are waiting to cross the cycles of existence

By burning their desires

And offering their thoughts

To the supra-causal diamond self of the primal void

Om Vajra Kalikaye Namah (3x)

Finally, the buddha-body of indestructible reality (vajrakaya) is reached

which derives from the indivisible essence of the 1st three bodies, is the

original unchanging essence of reality in which all paths are concluded

and all conceptual elaboration transcended. It is the taintless buddha nature pure

from the beginning.

 

-J

From the ‘Milk of Human Kindness’springs forth the Non-Dual Action: From the ‘Super-Void’ of Prajna

bhagavan ramana maharshi with cow lakshmi

Sri Ramana Maharshi with the Lakshmi, the cow 

Tintin in Tibet

Tintin in Tibet by Belgian Cartoonist Herge  

 

‘Shantih Shantih Shantih’

Therefore, Sariputra, owing to the absence of Volition and imbued with prajnaparamita (Subjective Inseeing), bodhisattvas no longer are bound by interpretive thought-processes, and so have no fear, are freed from delusion, and have found nirvana.

Space-time are extensions inevitable for manifestations of an objective world

Dualistic they are in accommodating contraries which the brain perceives

This is our biological neural perception linguistically expressed through a system of signs

The Non-verbal Silent Identification with Pure Noumenon which is neither Being Nor Non-Being is also possible and inevitable

This is the existential moment -‘uji’ cut off from spatio-temporal linearity

It is boundless and free yet discrete and non-conceptual

Experiencing that is highest yogic state -Nirvikalpa Samadhi

“All Forms Everywhere Are Unreal And False” {Diamond Sutra}

“She in her formless form

His Holiness the Dalai Lama Reading Tintin in Tibet

His Holiness the Dalai Lama reading ‘Tintin in Tibet’ 

Abides by the law of supra-cosmic will

He, unto whom, the knowledge of a silent arc

Replenishes the dimensionless perfection of moments

Springs forth forever and ever

From the heart of kindness

The formation of the milky way *’akash ganga’ and the wish-fulfilling cow ‘kamdhenu’

-J

 

 

 

 

Press Information: Ostend International Airport in Belgium to host Premiere Event in travel business involving Belgian company Zora Bots. 

Ostend international airport in Belgium will be the stage of a Premiere Event in the traveling business involving Belgian company Zora Bots on 1st July 2016.

Zora Bots’ mission is to make social robots accessible to everyone. With this goal in mind, the company developed the first fully functional and user-friendly software able to give life to Nao humanoid robots. It has been successfully implemented in healthcare since 2013 and over 300 Zora-equipped robots have now been adopted and are in use at various care facilities worldwide. A couple of weeks ago, Zora Bots was also the first to implement next-generation Pepper robots to greet and assist visitors and patients at two Belgium hospitals. And now, it is time for a new first… this Friday at Ostend international airport.

‘The Heart Sutra’ of Avalokiteshwara: Neither Seer Nor Seen, But Just a Seeing of No-Seeing

Buddha Statue, North Wall Mogao Cave 259, Northern Wei Copyright Dunghuang Academy

Buddha Statue, Mogao Cave 259, North Wall, Northern Wei Copyright Dunghuang Academy 

What the universe is I am, and What I am the universe is. And there is no other at all, nor any one whatsoever. Gate, Gate, paragate, parasamgate, Bodhi! Swaha!

In the quarks and leptons there is a silent prayer

That prostrates before the inexplicable Void

As the bud awaits the light to become the flower that adores the garden

All manifestations come from the Supreme Heart

Evolving in time

Healing Buddha

Buddha Bhaisajyaguru, The Healing Buddha, Tibet 14th Century, Rubin Museum of Art, NYC

To become the timeless

A ceaseless transformation

That is only understood

Or, experienced

When you are the Awakened One,

The Buddha…

At the turn of wheel

The moon is bright

And full

Waning and waxing

To become the still point

In the mind

Where it will dissolve and disappear

At that extreme moment

There is neither, Dharma, or, Buddha

No Cause and Effect

No Nirvana, or, Samsara

“Except for the point, the still point,

There would be no dance,

And there is only the dance.”

-J

*’Except for the point….the dance’ (from Burnt Norton by T.S. Eliot)

Celebrating 9th December 2015: 113th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy 

Celebrating 9th December 2015: 113th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy – On this auspicious day we launch our new project Call-Key9, please check this at Call-Key9

Om Namah Bhagavate Sri Kalipadaya (3x)

Sishu mon Yogisharer uddyanbati

The child’s mind is the Playground of Yogishwar

An infinite sequence of things it knows

Yet it doesn’t know how it came

Using a dream imagery to construct a world around it

Sometimes tearful

kali da with kids

Yogishwar with Children (2nd from Right)/Family Album Picture

Or, bursting in joy

Madonna With Child And St. John The Baptist by Raphael circa High Renaissance painting courtesy Louvre, Paris

Madonna with Child and St. John the Baptist, Raphael circa High Renaissance courtesy Musee du Louvre, Paris, France

Stealing thoughts from others’ minds

Mischievously hiding beneath the clouds

Lying on the ocean beach

And babbling like a fool

Whispering among the winds

To the stars on a summer night

Running away

Running away

From this world

From this home

Sishu mon Yogisharer Uddyanbati

The child’s mind is the playground of Yogishwar

Little Krishna adorably called Gopala playing with the peacock miniature art South India

Gopala Playing with the Peacock, Miniature Art South India

Simple like a mirror it reflects all

And retains nothing

swedish folk art

Swedish Folk Ar

The nature of the Void

The great Self in things have spoken at last

“It is like a flash of lightning

It is like a wink of the eye”. (Keno Upanishad)

“At whose feet, rolling on,

The year with its days passes by-

Upon that immortal Light of all lights,

The gods meditate as longevity”. (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad)

So, wake up like a    child

Animals In Buddhist Art from a 19th century Thai manuscript.

Animals in Buddhist Art 19th Painting from Thailand 

With thousand questions in your mind

Verily ask the Self within

The great Preceptor admirably loves

Every twinkle in your eye

Holding your hand

Walking beside you

Letting you know every precepts of cosmic love

Breathing is activation of the chakras

A conscious awakening leads you to the Self

Small acts unto It worship the intellect (Buddhi)

And the body is bliss and light. (Chidanandamay)

-J

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Have you forgotten the Keys to the Kingdom?’: Jim Morrison, Shambhala and the ‘Tat-Wat-Yat’ Sunyata

Jim Morrison in Paris 1971

Jim Morrison in Paris circa 1971

Hello, I love you…

Suryer mandire tapashyar pratham pradip jwalchey

In the temple of the sun, the tapas of consecration is lighting the 1st candle

From that billion candles will be lit

Celebrating the joy of this freedom

The road is but empty and full of flowers

Snow flakes and rose-tinted glasses

Gladiolus, chrysanthemums, yellow, red hibiscus

And the harp rendered subtle florets of sandalwood

Reminiscing the canonization of time’s eternal journey

Wandering in deep elder forests  

Flowers by Eugene Delacroix

Flowers by Eugene Delacroix, Paris

Seeking the Self,                 Jim Morrison 1

In search of answers

There?                

Here?

Or, everywhere?

In the motionless lines of words

In the fragments of poetic syllables

In the seizure of a cantata

In the ceremonious bells that rang at the coronation of kings

In the waving of hands across the parlour

Or, in a kiss of the dawn               

Illuminated pages from a dispersed Dharani manuscript Tibet Zhalu monastery The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Illuminated Pages from a dispersed Dharani Manuscript, Tibet, Zhalu Monastery, pic courtesy The Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY

The sweetest of them all

In the pure sobriety of a winter frost

“Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?

Have you been borne yet &; are you alive?”

She saw beneath the opacity of stars and the moons

Luminous, shining

Points incarnating flames

Playing at the heart of all strings

Melodies unknown

Unfathomable

A zero pulse is the occult charm

Manifesting transcendental ones that we worship and devour

The Sun at the distant horizon

At the heart of all strings (3x)

Manifesting the Atman in the body

And because form is empty,

Beings are identical with Nirvana.

-J

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Talking with Brahman, the Self behind the Rock-Face (Bramha-Shila): Innumerable T-Square Boxes within the Finite Length as Supreme Ananda of the Impersonal Self

Yogishwar Kalipada Guha Roy with Little Child

Yogishwar Kalipada Guha Roy with Little Child

 

 

Talking with Brahman, the Self behind the Rock-Face (Bramha-Shila): Innumerable T-Square Boxes within the Finite Length as Supreme Ananda of the Impersonal Self

Childhood when happiness is defined by spontaneous action of the Self is the Eternal Moment of Awakening. So, like the child, flowers reciprocate, leaves murmur and tender drops of water silently fill the lily pond. You are then a child by the perception of an ageless sage called the Brahman who is the Master Magician of the great felicitous act called Observance by dream projection. Brahman, the All-Absolute and Eternal, watches the child who is His Time-Self recollecting Eternity in the cycles of life. Behind the rock-face the child sees himself, tries to lift it up , hold and keep, and it falls and breaks into pieces; he tries to pick another one a toy or a marble and yet another one, each time seeking himself in the little things he prods on playing with the world around him without any hesitation like the cloud shapes that move or the ripples that show the glorious patterns of indeterminate form.

The child experiences pure – Sight and Sound but he doesn’t interpret them

The child delights at the vastness surrounding him – a small point in space and that point also the controlling centre because it incarnates a liberating consciousness in space-time

And there are immeasurable controlling centres the child never uses a matrix

Nadir suchinay ghumiye aache kato achinto pran

Tara gaan gay ek chaloman jiboner anande

Pratiti khon purno bramher prakito satta (Every Moment of Time is the Real Absolute Self, the Brahman manifesting itself)

Chirodiner sathi saisaber hashi                                            

Sri Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur

Sri Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur

Mishti muhurte dukher raddur ke anlo tene

Aar brishti bhara ghano koyasha megh

Rater niralay dor khule dey chut

Tai gangar tire aajo jwale kato pradip

Bheshe baray kato akhanda nakhatro

Kato chena prachito samayer pratik

Ek muhurte anander dheu chetonay ardhanarishwar

Prashobito kare saishob shaktir bhasha

Muktir mon bhalobasha…

In the Yin, the Yang, in the Yang, the Yin they exist inseparably as One

And above this one, the child sees the Zero as All-in-All (Ji-Ji-Mu-Ge)

Brahman speaks to Brahman: Unity behind the Law of Separation is the Spontaneous Self of the Child Expressing His own Experience of Ananda.

Hari Om Tat Sat            

Hari Tat Sat Om

Om Om Hari Tat Sat

Tat Sat Om Chit Hari

When you square time you get the Eternal Self –the Brahman as the Child leaping in and out

Reminiscing the Glorious One, the Unity behind the separation

He assumes the character of zero – fantastic and terrible

He held the child in his arms and felt the vibrations of this immense creation

He the child is the child in every processes of this world                              

Gopala Krishna as the Eternal Child, The Brahman

Gopala Krishna as the Eternal Child, The Brahman

And they clapped hands

And the boat responded

Gaily on the water

A prelude to a sunset reverie…

Suryer muktora nadir anchole naksha kara ek prachin rup

Ei rup sajjai bramher mayabi prakitir karma kriya

Maya hate bramha

Shishu chaitanya

Brihadarankyer ekti khudro sthal

Ajana gaan, ajana naam

Geye jay shei nadir jwal

Tai Pipashar spandane bramha e mayar ananta rup

 -J

 

 

 

Dharmadhatu that Springs from the Eternal Will-Force Shapes the Destiny of the Cosmic Creation that Has No-Beginning No-End: Plucking Strings and the Journey Ahead…

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Where there is no beginning, there ought to be no end

A ceaseless time-foam interspersed in space as discreet packets of quantum information energy

It’s a similar sight -the mountains, the rivers, the woods

And notes of the daedal string…

That you pluck to cause a vibration

A ripple in still water…

Astonished, you hire a car and stop at a gas station

Pretending to read a newspaper

Light a match

Browse books

And bid goodbye

The road ahead

Only the desert confronts you

The wind chills your bone…

You are not alone

So you drive

With no fear

Far and near

Hear the restless call of the wren and the raptor

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Freeze the blue skies

And blend with the old tribe of the canyon

And the stars appeared one by one

Like the frozen point of a needle

Milking the highway with love light

Flat tyres by the highway burn in fire

Stealing sun’s cosmic serpent

Feathered like the giant bird that flew over the mountains

Some said it was a phantasmal destiny

The headlights of a train caught in the fog           Indian Chief Whirling Horse Old Photograph

Or an airplane in the vortex

And the stones with legs twisted like twigs

Caressed the dying grass

Sniffed the air

In a broken rhythm

A hollow sound an echo

That came and whispered in the wind

It brought it home

Left only shadows that darkened the valley

A dead coyote

Lying on the highway

Under a barren moon

Brandished by poets who stained their fingers with coffee

Stamping their feet

Snubbing the ole fellow

A pointless venture into the size of the cosmos

A ridiculous journey back and forth in time

Never will it end or seize

Time like the trees

Grows and flows

Like a river’s canto into an ocean

And becomes the triple-time of no-time at all

That moment I seized as an eternal point

Concurrent to the Book of Nirvana

From which paradise must come forth

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L' amour fou

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L’ amour fou

Expressed as heliocentric tea-rose by Yves Saint Laurent

Or as splitting atoms in radioactive decay

Meaning the original replicated from that destined Dharmadhatu

Symbols fascinated by mirrors reflecting space-time gyres

Addressing the silent ripple

That disappears around a point I called the eternal plexus

On an empty page

They are mysterious beings that form and move

Around the thoughtless current in the void

And words flow like a lion stream

And chant: uradopha-iri-ramuri

Yaya-yin-yaya-yin

Yaya-yan-yaya-yan

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

Truva-un-mila-ramuri…

It was the hour before the journey was made

Plucking strings that opened the gate

Until no end… . …..

Until no end…

-J

Zanfax Creative-Time 35 mm Leica Camera b/w = 1st Flash of the Childhood Dream in Ishwara’s Purna-Kshetra (Cloudsoup Analogous Rainbow.Space)

Zanfax Creative-Time 35 mm Leica Camera b/w  = 1st Flash of the Childhood Dream in Ishwara’s Purna-Kshetra (Cloudsoup Analogous Rainbow.Space)

 

Children over a Fibonacci Spiral Staircase by Henri Cartier-Bresson circa 1900

Children over a Fibonacci Spiral Staircase by Henri Cartier-Bresson circa 1900

 

Who is there standing on the line?        

Photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson Children Playing Football in Madrid, Spain circa 1933

Photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson Children Playing Football in Madrid, Spain circa 1933

Children are fine

They are flying kites

They must die on the sand

Their shadows disappear and wane

Are we all insane?

The red face of the sun will forgive soon

And beget another child

Lie down and mime

Who else is there standing on the line?

Children are fine

They are making those paper boats

They must die on the sand

Waves toss their bodies and fly

Cry alone slumber awhile

Become melodies that Wagner didn’t preconceive   

Photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson Russian Child Released from Concentration Camp, Dessau, Germany circa 1945

Photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson Russian Child Released from Concentration Camp, Dessau, Germany circa 1945

Replicate new Guernica

Raven’s claws covered the sky

Darkness came before the light

And fear imprisoned every existence

Etherized the skull

Nailed the bones 

Little soul, still hangs in the air

Treads on the piano

Like a drop of water perambulating on a lotus leaf

Bids goodbye to your world

Another day

Someone else will die

Maybe, this time Isaac will fall from the sky

And his toys kissed by a pool of blood

Price you pay for this damn redemption?

A bundle of limbs roll on the ground

They roll underground

Tumble down

Over and over again

Like a memorandum of understanding

Who knows what and when and who signed the deal?

What rubber stamp impinged on the bosom of earth?

Stars fizzle out and die

And the whole universe restarts again

Blessings from the Svetaketu…from Ashtabakra

From Inzarbruhemkaev

He the child of the rainbow heart will speak soon…

 

– J

 

 

Conversations With The Mother & The Teachings of the Heart-Sutra: In the Land of Ella, The Bliss of Being Forever in the Wilderness

The Mother and the Message of the Heart-Sutra

All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force…We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent mind. This mind is the matrix of all matter. – Max Planck

Nature isn’t classical, dammit, and if you want to make a simulation of nature, you’d better make it quantum mechanical, and by golly it’s a wonderful problem, because it doesn’t look so easy.- Richard Feynman

Conversations With The Mother & The Teachings of the Heart-Sutra: In the Land of Ella, The Bliss of Being Forever in the Wilderness

The Mother: As long as earth remains trapped in its matter/energy contour and not in its consciousness, you will never be able to have the frequencies needed for transformation. Two things will primarily happen:

  1. Man will live in fear as long as he based himself in matter &
  2. He will hang on with time to be the play sport of utter ignorance. These twin movements still drive the energy of earth, though nature has many mysteries hidden on her face but mankind doesn’t have the courage to explore it nor has the hope or promise of a better life. It’s like train running inside a tunnel unable to come out because that will mean a complete change in the history of its habits that defined so far the course of his path. (from Big Bang to the Present time)  Man fears change as it is catastrophic to his existence – change here is the personal invocation of each system-evolution and not related to any sociopolitical order or system of fixed beliefs.

Disciple: Dear Mother, will you explain the ‘fear factor’ in man?

The Mother: Fear is the consort of death, the Holocaust – it’s not an allegorical sense of Auschwitz but a biological fear in the cells and therefore in the mind as well. Your sense of rational history has almost killed you – you don’t have the instincts of natural creativity anymore – you are a drone driven by the fear of death, driven by the illusions of time, driven by quadruple of logical sense that terrorise the beauty of nature and the cosmos. Matter as we see as a dense substance is not really what you know- it’s just vibrations, a certain frequency gives you the present form and structure, a different frequency will give you something else but how will you know it and most importantly how will you change its configuration! It requires technology to know it and do it as well but not the kind of technology that you are using right now – you will tomorrow come up with a riddle like the sphinx and use your jughead to scribble some field equations to juxtapose cosmology with quantum physics and bring mathematical geometric abstractions of fundamental space-time linearity non-linearity – that will not take you any closer to the truth my child! It’s a fear of loss and the fear of success that marred the world.

In the present context, let me ascertain one old nugget of truth – you all seem to know or at least a fraction of the human population know that the Divine is all powerful, omniscient and controls everything – it’s only a partial fact – the truth is the divine struggles to keep things in control otherwise it would have been a different scenario. You need work hand-in-hand with me to make this world a paradise – it can be done by the power of the divine will-force.

So, can you read with your heart, and think with your mind and take a walk across an ocean of bliss? Where is the shore-line? Is it a boundary? Take a fresh look and you will see there is no-boundary no space-time no finite thing in the universe. Everything you create from your thoughts – and where does your thoughts originate? Not in your brain – it’s just a device made for thought perception – converging, diverging its plainly a receptacle for consciousness – the fundamental duality of the body/mind comes from the brain you associate with giving you a sense of identity and self-reference. You are yourself the player in your field and yourself the referee – you know the game inside-out? But do you remember? Every qubit of information stored in the system can be accessed – don’t need even a user log-in – you are logged-in eternally my son. As the baby comes out the mother’s womb the umbilical cord is cut because it doesn’t need the connection physically – it can grow on its own and develop itself but always connected to its source non-locally. Consciousness is the key to everything in this creation.

Only true love can unlock the doors of perception – love not in the idyll sense but love as in karma as in ananda as in dhyana…love the self that you are – connect with it spiritually and you get the gold mine. And after the Gold Rush what next…gold also a substance eternally vibrating but its material form and weight are just the surface reality of the hidden thing that resides in the frequencies of the metal. When you dissolve all your questions and terminate the torment then you get a glimpse of the beautiful world that exists here and elsewhere. The supermind is not something you will attain, it was already there but inactive because you didn’t have the wherewithals to find it or experience it.

In the land of Ella the star

There came the Master

Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot

Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot

Children greeted him with wild flowers

They laughed

They sang

About the old possum’s book of practical cats

And the Master said: there is a big university

A world school

Schools that make you learn the language of the heart

To control gravity by will-force

To be the poet of the connecting mind

In the land of Ella, on Eden desk

Life is eternal

Sempiternal

Vernal

No equinox defined relativistic positions

Your time and place are the manuscripts of your geo-stationary satellites

They are extremely primitive

The Little Child Krishna

The Little Child Krishna

In the land of Ella, there is no joy & sorrow

But Ananda – the bliss matter that solidifies into your being

You can go even further than that in the para-kshetra of ananda – into drag-loubonin non-field consciousness planes

But there you must put a stop to your seeking..as people on earth have a long way to go

The children surrounded the Master

He told them stories of his pastimes, of Elygymbur- the little child with the flute

He told them how the cow milked the sun

And radiant pink light flashed in their eyes

Twilight’s thoughts offered their sacred tears to the lotus of life

And the oceans touched the rocks in their ecstasy

Time immobile is eternity

Playing alone in the shoreline

Waiting for the night’s diffusion into dawn

The Master said: The bearded man of the mountain was a snake-charmer

But now he is old

His skin is cold

He must die before the rising sun

And his limbs will be rattled by the windhorns of the shepherd

Youthful like the nubile ceremony

The Feast shall anoint the new king

Time’s passage violin-shaped

Full of memory crystallised somewhere

Only the music knows what strings are attuned to the stars

Purple birds of the freedom liberate thy soul

Lands…legions of truth

Twa twa twik twam

In the child’s rhyme

A hum…

From the universe’s infantile cradle to the death of a dark star

Into the bliss of being forever in the wilderness.

-J