Counter-Clockwise Movements of Cyclical Time in the Ever Evolving YungDrung of Prima Matra in the Ancient Tapriza Hymn of the Bon

Olmo Lungring, Samij Datta, 2012

Counter-Clockwise Movements of Cyclical Time in the Ever Evolving YungDrung of Prima Matra in the Ancient Tapriza Hymn of the Bon

Consciousness-Analogue

The four apostles are the tetra-terra streams of light

They advance towards the everlasting sea

The dragon submerges the truth in the cradle of darkness

Peacock elephant snow lion horse – thou art come within and shine

Thou art the secret messengers of the sacred land ‘olmo-lungring’

From the cave of the Neanderthal, the Bonpo gazes at the pristine stars of Shenrab

No beginning or end have ever won him any glory

He was the child of his own thoughts killing the hours by the seconds in the years

His friend was the rivers that spoke with the trees talking about Michelangelo

His words were metaphors that etherized a desert with the menthol of Alma mater

His verse were the true link of a polymerase chain in the Satprem of Sri Aurobindo

In the alpha-square of the geo-hunet gravity the leopards are eating the Frankenstein of the race

Let time be the tool in the wheel of fire to reshape the moment on a frictionless road

Let new words be the design of merit born from the gulf of differences to institutionalise individual development and progress

Known is the unknown chapter in the Gnostic book of the dead

Towards the non-dual social sign the symbol are the letters written on Savitri

The moon climbs on the back of her hair

The red face is the lotus of the Alblackica fountain

Spring calls the fleeting birds in the tower of Babel

Allow them to speak with thy tongue

Let thy chaos be moulded into the antiquity of consciousness

Let thy mind be vacant with it

Anadiutsakendre jage rat

Karagar theke lanthan niye ay

Akasher chari haste bhorer ananda ke tapriza pathay tar shei chithi

Uttor madhur ek Taranga te anabil ak hashi

Jano ure jay ramdhanu nadiyay alor chande ak nadi

Chalo jai surjer par dhore sagar mohonay

Srot ashim ek srot

Nei samay, “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”. – II- A Game of Chess, The Wasteland, 1922- T.S. Eliot

 

 

 

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The Hanging Tree of Life in Shambhala that Blessed Earth for a New Change in Consciousness after the Apocalypse Now

6 Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

The Hanging Tree of Life in Shambhala that Blessed Earth for a New Change in Consciousness after the Apocalypse Now

Consciousness-Analogue

Shambhala is the Crow-beak moon alter of the higher sufficiency in life

Nothing is beyond that is not within

Within that, that is not that but α numerals of γ rays in the z-matrix of a y-domain

Feathers of the bird fall with the hair of the sun but rise with Alblackica

Their path towards the icy mountains is a script from the book of the dead

Why the stars cross their bows in surrender to the tree of life to bring the fire chariot from the origin-orihinin?

The Brahman was a child in the chandelier of the dawn resting its unused arm on the cold deserts of the Gobi?

Playing with the winds that stifle the bones and cry in the cold outer ring of the Himalayas

Perception of the inner mind is the only scope of activity to find the resin of immortality

White sands are red beneath the cloak and dagger of time, eternity is the lost word of a true golden destiny

Unmarked in the circle of the Eragman cause, the grass was bending the sickle of the guardian serpents

They are the raven of the Babel whose words in the tower echo faith of the highest Neolithic-order

Tree of devotion is the beta-huramix el shaddai adonai elohim el

Greva-greva-razder-ionicixa on om mani padme hum

Om mani padme hum

Om mani padme hum.

– Joy Roy Choudhury