Awakening with the Birds ‘in their Chambers of Green’: The Zen Art of Story-Telling and the ‘Haiku’ Garden of Doodling

Divine Mother Symbol

”Light” 

From the quickened womb of the primal gloom,

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

The sun rolled, black and bare,

Till I wove him a vest for his Ethiop breast,

Of the threads of my golden hair;

And when the broad tent of the firmament

Arose on its airy spars,

I pencilled the hue of its matchless blue,

And spangled it around with stars.

I painted the flowers of the Eden bowers,

White Jasmine in Bloom

”Leaves of Living Green” – Sri Aurobindo 

And their leaves of living green,

And mine were the dyes in the sinless eyes

Of Eden’s Virgin queen;

And when the fiend’s art in the truthful heart

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Had fastened its mortal spell,

In the silvery sphere of the first-born tear

To the trembling earth I fell.

When the waves that burst o’er a world accurst

Their work of wrath had sped,

And the Ark’s lone few, tried and true,

Came forth among the dead.

With the wondrous gleams of the bridal beams,

I bade their terrors cease,

As I wrote on the roll of the storm’s dark scroll

God’s covenant of peace.

Like a pall at rest on the senseless breast,

Night’s funeral shadow slept—

Where shepherd swains on Bethlehem’s plains,

Their lonely vigils kept,

When I flashed on their sight, the heralds bright,

Of Heaven’s redeeming plan,

As they chanted the morn, the Saviour born—

Joy, joy, to the outcast man!

Equal favour I show to the lofty and low,

On the just and the unjust I descend:

E’en the blind, whose vain spheres, roll in
darkness and tears,

Feel my smile—the blest smile of a friend.

Nay, the flower of the waste by my love is embraced,

As the rose in the garden of kings:

At the chrysalis bier of the morn I appear,

And lo! the gay butterfly wings.

The desolate morn, like the mourner forlorn,

Conceals all the pride of her charms,

Till I bid the bright hours, chase the night from
her flowers,

And lead the young day to her arms.

And when the gay rover seeks Eve for her lover,

And sinks to her balmy repose,

I wrap the soft rest by the zephyr-fanned west,

In curtains of amber and rose.

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

From my sentinel steep by the night-brooded deep

I gaze with the unslumbering eye,

When the cynosure star of the mariner

Is blotted out from the sky:

And guided by me through the merciless sea,

Though sped by the hurricane’s wings,

His companionless, dark, lone, weltering bark,

To the haven home safely he brings.

I waken the flowers in the dew-spangled bowers,

The birds in their chambers of green,

And mountain and plain glow with beauty again,

As they bask in their matinal sheen.

O, if such the glad worth of my presence on earth,

Though fitful and fleeting the while,

What glories must rest on the home of the blessed,

Ever bright with the Deity’s smile.

– Sri Aurobindo, 1st poem at the age of 10, written in Manchester, UK (appeared in Fox’s Weekly 11th Jan, 1883)

This is the pure consciousness of the witnessing self best experienced when the mind is young and fresh and most importantly is de-conditioned. The state of Blakean ”innocence” is also a state void of action, pure and self-luminous. The child is closest to nature since he/she is born out of nature and the growth process is natural and organic. The child sees ‘things as they are’ not coloured by opinions and complexity of the thought processes and, therefore, much closer to the divinity shining inside. This is also the state of primordial awakening not by any effort but by the grace of the Self:  ”I waken the flowers in the dew-spangled bowers,
The birds in their chambers of green,…” this is closest to a satori experience in Zen. Here, if you read with awareness, you will find a circularity in the composition which starts from a central point in the petal (which is T.S. Eliot’s ‘the still point of the turning world’ in the Four Quartets/here the ‘quickened womb’) and moves along cyclically to the outermost petal creating arrangements through the psycho-kinesthetic process of creative mind exploring the experience of childhood innocence and beauty. Mind is like mirror reflecting anything that falls before it but doesn’t retain any form or shape itself. This which is our very nature is the ”buddha nature” already pure and unstained by any causality. As Ashtavakra said: the bondage is this that you practice samadhi.

Lao Tzu has said often that the natural order is an indefinable order. Man is already organic to the whole system in the universe. The separation of man and nature is because of the thinking process and is only an apparent reality. And the seer-poet of Tao and Zen sings: ”picking chrysanthemums on the eastern fence/gazing in silence of the southern hills/the birds fly home to the soft mountain air of dusk…

So, the fundamental teaching is the art of suspending thought and react spontaneously like the universe (like the child, or, like the flowers, bees and birds). For the artist or the sculptor, it comes down to one single brush stroke or action where there is unity and no differentiation between the body and mind (and its thoughts). This is also mindfulness or moment to moment non-judgemental awareness. In the spontaneity of rhythm the differentiation is severed and the dancer and the dance become one.

“O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,/ Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?/ O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,/ How can we know the dancer from the dance?” (”Among School Children, W.B. Yeats)

The dancer and the dance cannot be separated; while playing the musical instrument at the zenith of creativity the musician and the instrument (sitar or violin) are one. This unity of consciousness is our very nature, our primordial being our own nirvana.

-J

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ARE YOU A DREAM DOODLER?

Are you a nature enthusiast? And do you love stories? Then you will love the ikebana-inspired story gardens conceptualised and created by Alokananda Mukherjee.

You will find winnie the pooh jumping into the bucket of honey in the 100 acre woods while the thirsty crow is cleverly strategizing to quench his thirst from the pitcher amidst nature. The smile of contentment on the face of the cute little monks will touch your heart while the white Budhha statue in the middle of the serene nature will sooth your senses.

All these will be presented to you in a mini garden which can be placed at any part of your house or office as a wonderful piece of art.

Visit the stall of ‘Dream Doodlers’ at the Bangkok Bazar which will be held on 14th and 15th of March at 4A, Short street.

Event:Bangkok Bazar

Stall of Dream Doodlers

Date:14th-15th March’2018

Time:11am-8pm’

Venue:Ganpati banquet,4A, Short street

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‘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)

The Mind of God Resonating with P-Branes Across the Lattice of Hyperspace: Membrane –Music-Magic that Unfolds the Information Pattern Locked in the Arhan-Singularity

The Mind of God Resonating with P-Branes Across the Lattice of Hyperspace: Membrane –Music-Magic that Unfolds the Information Pattern Locked in the Arhan-Singularity

The Sun and the Solar Corona

The Sun and the Solar Corona

 

Student: What is the mind of God? How does it persist itself ever since the creation came into being? Is there anything beyond the mind of God?

Divine Architect: The mind of god is the great Self that contains in it the source of all including itself.  In that pure realm, the exoskeleton covers the simple signs of life potentials – a functional stability within a creative play that binds it together for the great realization of itself in the spectrum of unity and differentiation. All are united in the mind of the God, upon projection differentiated but each entangled to its source by the process of divine realization.

Self is Brahman – realization is enlightenment to be attained by work experience

The horse’s head is the sacrificial fire of the chalice burning itself in the dawn of time

The great forest of knowledge  – Brihadaranyaka started from there …

Your embryonic self is also the mind of the God

True learning is a mysterious Experience beyond the space-time dimensions

The sun of the Creatrix bestowed its knowledge on the great sage Yājñavalkya as Sri Kalipada Guharoy…

Life’s a temple worshipped at the point of singularity

The mind of God persists itself by the play of unity and differentiation through the means of ‘ananda’ – each p-branes producing the music that resonates with the ‘Swaralipi’ of the Infinite One

Yajnavalkya: From the Forests of the Great Learning

Yajnavalkya: From the Forests of the Great Learning

THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND THE MIND OF GOD

THERE THIS THING IS NOT THERE OR HERE

BUT EVERYWHERE

WE LIVE WITHIN THAT AS A LYRE LIVES WITHIN LYRICAL NOTES ENTANGLED WITH THE SUN

THE HOLY-SPIRIT is the boatman across two ends of a hyperspace

Sharing the music that we create…

A sun wish unborn

Floating among myriad dreams

May console the heart                                                

May the reign of the last king

Bring forever the sweet incense of the azure forests

Nights crawling in the embryo of the sky

Dead words etherize the frozen silence

Transmuting flesh into divine glow

And we reap and sow

Seeds that gather around the moon dance

This is our last chance

Our last chance to enact the last or the first scene

Upon this stage the actor is dressed as a fool or,

As the king of the Holy Sermon

By thy sword Long Live the Kingdom!

-J

                      

 

 

The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It’s Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

 

The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It’s Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

“Between the idea                                     

Lord Dattatreya as the Absolute Manifestation of Trikal-Trinity (Karma-Bhakti-Gyan)

Lord Dattatreya as the Absolute Manifestation of Trikal-Trinity (Karma-Bhakti-Gyan)

And the reality

Between the motion

And the act

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception

And the creation

Between the emotion

And the response

Falls the Shadow

Life is very long           

Between the desire

And the spasm

Between the potency

And the existence

Between the essence

And the descent

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is                                                                            

T. S. Eliot: The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It's Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

T. S. Eliot: The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It’s Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

Life is                         

For Thine is the…”

–          The Hollow Men, T.S. Eliot

 

“Androgynous, liquid, happy

Heavy

Facile & vapid

Weighed w/words

Mortgaged soul

Wandering preachers, & Delta Tramps

Box-cars of heaven                                                                          

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

New Orleans Nile Sunset”.

–          LAmerica, Jim Morrison

 

 Consciousness-Analogue

Immaculate as it seems

It’s not a paradox kept in a box

Energy revealed itself in sheets where time and space was not

A temple erected itself; it dissolved itself in singularity

A consciousness will-force was the power behind this

The leopards danced the mountains were signage of a green emblem

The lotus and the dragon entwined together, dreamt of a wild spark

Fire burning everything, fire in the hosanna splitting oceans in two

There was no road to that place there were no doors, no nothing

Absolute on the first step conquered it all

It was the beginning that had no end at all

It was beginning of no end

A strange feeling lost in a morning ether-shower

Smell of acacia and the grassy dawn that led to forever

I was awake when the sleeping worlds tossed their heads against the sky

In that light the darkness peeped like the suns and the stars

I fathomed creation from the alphabets that bore my skin

The horses grazing in the field looked up and down

The tide was coming surging in the distance

I had seen it all and had been through it all…

A flickering moment hasty like a motion was time of Kalki

And that was it all, nothing before or after

Lines repeated itself like a hymn and echoed in the primordial vastness…

In the transitory period, there prevailed an empty desire

Roots in the cyclotron were holding the flower for a psychic opening

These were conveyed to me by the Trinity from the temple of the everlasting day

If the heart can wait it weaves a dance that the point can know

And the point incarnates a liberating consciousness in spacetime

Though singularity is the result from which manifestation emerged

The psychokinetic Juwazit mind-consciousness was behind the formal scriptures of the creation

Rolling in the seas the waves knew each other gyrating about the lunar-suns

There I felt I was being born, being born out of something that was not me

Yet it was me all my being looking at myself though the mirror of time

I have passed the passage through the doors into that wide open olmo-lung-ring

Walking through time and eternity, I gathered myself in vacant lots.

-J

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                 

Sculpting the Time of the Descent: The Lords and the New Creatures from the Cosmic Multiverse (and from beyond Arhan-Singularity) to the Kalpataru on Earth to Manifest the Flower of the New Golden Age

Sculpting the Time of the Descent: The Lords and the New Creatures from the Cosmic Multiverse (and from beyond Arhan-Singularity) to the Kalpataru on Earth to Manifest the Flower of the New Golden Age

Sri Krishna and Arjuna, Mahabharata

Sri Krishna and Arjuna, Mahabharata

                                                                                                                 

 “O voyagers, O seamen,                                             

Jim Morrison: Childhood Years

Jim Morrison: Childhood Years

Jim Morrison: Childhood's End, Early School Years

Jim Morrison: Childhood’s End, Early School Years


You who came to port, and you whose bodies
Will suffer the trial and judgement of the sea,
Or whatever event, this is your real destination.”
So Krishna, as when he admonished Arjuna
On the field of battle.
Not fare well,
But fare forward, voyagers”. – Dry Salvages, T.S. Eliot 

“A pair of Wings
Crash
High winds of Karma

Sirens

Laughter & young voices
in the mts.  

More of your miracles

More of your magic arms

Call out of the Wilderness
Call out of fever, receiving
the wet dreams of an Aztec King.

Sea-bird sea-moan                                            

Babaji Maharaj

Babaji Maharaj


Earthquake murmuring
Fast-burning incense
Clamoring surging
Serpentine road
To the Chinese caves
Home of the winds
The gods of mourning”. 

– Jim Morrison 

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE

Angira-Angira-Angira/Vacuum Densities YY-hymn (Brahman is Brahman)

FROM THE STARS I AM BRINGING LIGHT

Moonstones Areopagitica

Sunlight on the glass columns

We shine as crystals

Empowered by love

Kalpataru: Wish-Fulfilling Tree, Guarded by Mythical Creatures Kinnara and Kinnari, flying Apsara and Devata. 8th century Pawon temple, Java, Indonesia.

Kalpataru: Wish-Fulfilling Tree, Guarded by Mythical Creatures Kinnara and Kinnari, flying Apsara and Devata. 8th century Pawon temple, Java, Indonesia.

We are the flock of golden civilizations

We create the dance of the cosmic force

Smooth on the rocks

Absorbed by the seas

Twilight mirrors the ancient Arden

Adherer arundhuti rasa-samudre lila-mayi ek chaitnanya

Param-bramha hate Krishna-nam Krishna-pran Krishna-Katha

Surer pipashay magna aami

Adi jyoti hate Chintamani

Suryer kakha khetra Chandrer maha-prakash

The great lunar manifestation on the outer ring of the solar orbital

The king of the saviours left imprint on the protean disc

Sandalwood of the ink forests

Immerse their trees in the bathing words of the Shyamsamudra

Floating like thousands mandalas of the cosmic boat

Coming together on the earthly paradise as time on time is time equivalent to eternity

Watching the sacred play unfold the mysteries

Eye on eye the all-perceiving eye

A love so tender observing the field

Where the knower and the known is one and the same

And the very act of knowing is the cause of the game!

Hari Om Tat Sat

– Joy

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’ 

“Time present and time past 

Are both perhaps present in time future 

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present 

All time is unredeemable”. – Burnt Norton (Four Quartets), T. S. Eliot, 1935

‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’/The Hollow Men (1925), T. S. Eliot

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

Poetry is the fractal wheel of fire

Oh friend of the dark star

The monster of light has fed its wrath on the weeping clouds of fortune

To hell the heaven endorse another view

The practical man ashamed of his luck falls on the floor

His month ticks like years pouring dust on empty canals

Light crossed her eyes

Like rainbow in the skies

Soft moist petals over Parnassian waves

Floating like time in eternal caves

There sun has hidden her face behind the mirror

Behind the mirror, behind the black pool of mirror where the spider climbs

Behind the shadow, knowledge claims false apparitions

That was all history confined in that point of prison

Together we ride that wave …fade away

Far…

Come again…

White like the tiger’s brown bosom of the sea

Beneath the tree, in the split of shelter

In the silence of another way

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Come again my friend

Not to lose but to determine

In the hairs of grazing horses

The unforgettable rhythm of the ancient song

How the ordinary is transfigured into intangible sublime

There after the recession where we must all go…

Come again…

Joy Roy Choudhury

From The Ostrich’s Egg: Consciousness Trapped in Fossilized Matter Clue to Faster Than Light Travel /Pink Floyd Dissonance & Harmonics(Run Like Hell)

Pink Floyd circa 1960s/L-R Mason, Barrett, Waters, Wright and Gilmour

Pink Floyd circa 1960s/L-R Mason, Barrett, Waters, Wright and Gilmour

Consciousness-Analogue

Redopalin redopalin redopalin

Ostrich flies into space merely walking on the by-lanes of shadow

As it moved it felt the occult symmetry of the bouharong on the ‘universal mind of the god’

Sounds may capture some of the essence- the pre-Linguistic birth of the Baudelarian Prufrock who charts every micro-cause of the causal destiny of time through the pi of circular radiance

That itself is beauty unborn, aspiring violently to take shape in the original bosonic gestalt of the nor-gates (quantum gates to exo-creations)

AW456Q leads to q-derivatives of the initial static point on the mouth of curvature (9sheet-space-time curvature of alphabets –voximbets etc.)

Universal freedom of speech granted for further evolution

Tennis Ball

Tennis Ball

Branes have levo-livo connective spirals to other worlds by using simple electromagnetic radiation

The tennis ball bounces and bounces and then at rest still bounces off at the heart of things

Rest is rectilinear propagation of the light from a rotating disc on the fabric of space in the conscious awareness of the ultimate eye

It sees what it cannot see due to the optical density (Energy Co-efficient is Zero or less than Zero) of the mind

Psychic states exist from there stretching far beyond itself into the paranormal, supra-paranormal verpawip-normal states (towards system stability)

Spiritual awakening of dawn means material infusion of value to each collapse that takes place in the brain

The brain automates the bliss that faith concentrates on the individual

Pink Floyd: The Wall

Pink Floyd: The Wall

System develops radically creating efficiency and contributes to the development of other systems

Therefore you may have to run like hell to catch the signal of light and overrun it on its own course

Run, run, run like hell.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Byronic Hero and the Rosicrucian Parable of a Dream: The Afterlight ate the Darkness

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

 

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

“The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent”. – She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron.

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Incense candles murmur gently

With every light she walks in beauty

Folded in the interim between seconds minutes and hours

Handed down by a poetic sublime

Thoughts treading faraway space

In the magnificent outer ring of the creation

The psychic persona of the man finding the limitless in a reverie

Like the growth of a flame from the pool of her shadow

He felt the silent ripple from the far away stars

That was the innocent compassion of the original delight

In the sat, the chit is the ananda of intuitive imagination

Within us all the divine rests always in peace

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

We follow the nuances of time while growing towards it

Beyond paradox, marshalling the forces into infinite liberty

Barajavantosh creation is far away, far away

In the platinum, movements observe varying planes of consciousness

Da-Da-Da the rivers awake before the sun has drenched the stone in its destiny.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Da- Datta-Charity; Dayadhvam-Compassion; Damyata-Self-Control {Brhadaranka Upanishad, Rishi Yajnavalkya}

 

 

 

 

 

Quantum Entanglement of Elementary Particles From Andrew Marvell to TS Eliot: The Quest for Other Supramental Creations and the Presiding Encounter with Time-Moldavite-Yemaz-Tektite

TS Eliot, Monalisa, 2012

TS Eliot,Monalisa2012

A Young TS Eliot, Monalisa, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

The savage green beast and the Holy Grail are the same

A part of the unbroken chain

The coordinates pull upon the axis of rotation

Man is the immortal being

He saves gods into supramental gods into the domain-less alblackica

Been the John Milton in the deaf sound of Beethoven

Transfiguring that ‘brahman’ into the divine shakti of the bliss

All in her that saw in the yariman of the Brouhaman circles

Walking across many horizons of truth-consciousness

The mind is the source of the adi-chintamani

In it is written the legal program that is scripted on the rock like a hymn

The psychic explanation of things is there

Beyond it, the creation exists on other cellular creations

In the vast eye of an ever changing self (Star on a Gaussian Plane- the Digitaria)

In the meta-profile of beauty that exists in love- the quatrau-ohim flower incandescence

All that exists will exist in the consciousness of things

Folded in white letters of the empty blank slate on the rivers

Stems that rise up as incense smoke become the rainbow in the sky

Let them come back to tell that you all

Or, “I shall tell you all”.    

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “I shall tell you all”. – The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

 

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