THE YUNGDRUNG REPTILE WROTE HER FIRST LETTER TO THE IMPERSONAL TERMINAL ETERNALLY GYRATING AT TREMENDOUS SPEED WITHIN THE BLACK VIGEFOX-PREDESTINY OF THE SACRED REALM (HOLY WORLD CONNECTED TO THE LAND OF HYRULE)

 

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

 

The Treasure of the World-Chintamani, Nicholas Roerich

The Treasure of the World-Chintamani, Nicholas Roerich

THE YUNGDRUNG REPTILE WROTE HER FIRST LETTER TO THE IMPERSONAL TERMINAL ETERNALLY GYRATING AT TREMENDOUS SPEED WITHIN THE BLACK VIGEFOX-PREDESTINY OF THE SACRED REALM (HOLY WORLD CONNECTED TO THE LAND OF HYRULE)

Consciousness-Analogue

The land of the imperial lights

Twilight kingdom with hidden doors

Sacred realm of mirrors connected to Hyrule

Dolma movren gesu nei tra oceanic rest mass meon of the triforces

 

Language orientation of the sound purifies the heart

To speak with the quantum self, deconstruct the world (The Logos)

Memories broken ring on the caravan across the cold desert

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

I have carried on my back the chaos and awakened consciousness

The supralingual automated typeface of the anointed world

Was my reptilian grammar born from cosmic supergiant star systems

Before the creation in a another realm without the imaginary functions

Indefinite was the cause resting on a virtual point oscillating in many dimensions

That very moment elliptical and sublime

Like the last touch on Michelangelo’s creation

Dawning the begging of mathematical possibilities

Eternal collapsed on the finite surface of zero prefiguring one as the space time inflation

Expanding and contracting, the riddle was the holy spirit of nirvana

On my back I have carried the race and its plaudits

The couriers of kings the golden goddess of the waters

Seven sages, spirits of the holy book and courtesans

My body moved with no beginning no end

Mountains saw rivers, birds the trees

I saw them all collapsing in the material world

Without mind there are no words

My letter is not an empty space filled with unconquered hieroglyphs

Light far travelling became the sound of ‘OM’

Triangularly activating the predestined heart of the occult worship of my signs

I only exist, rest all are drowning or living or dying in me.

– Joy Roy Choudhury