The Vora-Gate Symbols and the Hymns of the Quark that Save Earth

Save Earth, Samij Datta, 2012

The Vora-Gate Symbols and the Hymns that Save Earth

Consciousness-Analogue

The Vora-gate of the earth is in the centre of this symbol

A p d l are letters to its consciousness

A flower transformed metal pure position prime (reverse exegesis in hyperactive space working!)

Poetry is a straight line woven from the Supermind

Art gives into time its eternity of colours

And eternity is a sweet revelation in the heart of its speech

Voice trance vocation transcends the mind-logic case

Silence an amour propre of the golden nights

Love is a tree whose apples are red in the dawn of Alblackica

Macrospace embedded the E8 in the Menda Brown Line wine-hole

Grapes are the non-local signifiers carrying Bosons (passion at a distance!)

Earth is a sweet sounding melody of Venus

Matter is bliss and consciousness is existence

Trees on its leaves

Made flowers in fruits

The bark became the iron in a time (wime)

Quang (Q)

Umin (U)

Anon (A)

Reng (R)

Kriya (K)

Shantih Shantih Shantih

 

(Wime: A Special META-TRAGETH TIME- Non-Existential Existential)

Ref: Tribal Art, Bengal, 2012

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The Lila-Tat Technology of the Origin of Origins in the 7 Square Circles of the One

Tribal Art (Bengal Patachitra), 2012

The Lila-Tat Technology of the Origin of Origins in the 7 Square Circles of the One

Terrible terrible Rosalind, Orlando, the ethanol substance was the burning deck of the cosmos fiery like the trees taken by the fire and ships taken by the storm in the seas; dreams are figures of the dead horse putting their conventional mass energy conservation into objects of formal visualization, the decrax-blind eye that made Benod Bihari feel the pulse of the wave front particles dancing in the skies with the reflected colors of their own selves; the tortoise was a question to the rabbit unanswered because the leaf is the sign-language graphic card of a diagram and the wood-petal, the cuneiform fruit of matter’s own plasticity in the supreme consciousness of the world where red is not red but red in every black vector diagrams of the white; to touch is not to see but to feel what is unfelt, the navel springs the river from the Alblackica mornings into the fields of san-zan infinity where alphabets are churned and rearranged continuously to make sense out of an unseen nonsense, the paradox is the smile of the oceanic feeling, numbers put their feet on numbers and climb the stairway to the heaven;

The zeppelin was an isomer of poly vinyl chloride to touch the Brahman of the Para-Brahman circles in a cash-back policy to win what is already won in the xon of the ron and make sense of that in the plastic surgery of patients paying euros at the cost of their lives; to dream, as Freud has said was good, the dream-riders are not patients of patience-paralipsis but riders of fortune in the limb-cast-wall-mind of the creatrix who turns his chapters into Lewis Carol’s Quantum Verse, The Hunting of the Snark, reading it by the daylight and buying that light and walking under the night shade of the Teutonic times to square the equation whose root is in the algebra of the equidistance from the centre that’s within the bio-centre of the geodesic vertebrae of the cross-dawn synthesis of a polyglossia in the zero-one…two curvatures of the quantum aborigines. Space is not space in the psycho-kinesis of hyperspace but a kind of time that’s within the dream unmanifest of the origin of origins. Circles play interplay with each other meaning what they mean 7 together in the Lila-tat technology trime-nawa-nawa-nawa-trime…As You Like It!

– Joy Roy Choudhury