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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Press Release

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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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Cheers!

Dream Doodlers

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The Delta Lapis Consciousness of the Stone in the Primordial Higgs-Field Vector Lattice

The Delta Lapis Consciousness of the Stone in the Primordial Higgs-Field Vector Lattice, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

“All things fall and are built again,
And those that build them again are gay.”- Lapis Lazuli, W.B. Yeats

Inside the mind the heavenly field is a fluid vector of memory transcendence

It flows as the dark blue lapis of consciousness

There are invisible mountains over Pushkar and Kashmir flying like zeppelins in the azure sky

Radioactive dust from atomic processors are enriched in c-uranium minds

Towards the destiny the apple cart index is the sweet labour of ‘burning and burning’

Beauty has its hands on the true petals of life; the tribal Mercedes is on the Brahman gateway

To see the light of the autumn sun, the winter endorses the rose of paradise

Quantum signals from distant galaxies are attending the parabolic midnight of summer

Greatyana maha-yugas entering through the dance of time where the three rivers congregate

The seven sages of the eternal Equus have the red-waziz rider on the highway 61

On the way to the dawn, the alblackica marks the end of suffering

Mystique association of the law of multiple proportions have given Higgs Field the new optimization value

Reaping and harvesting

Walking in the shadows by the faculty of numbers to enhance productivity (α-sheets of dot consciousness as per metrical volume of the container)

Resting and sleeping

Awakening like the mirror reflecting all

Waters inflow, the winds carry words across oceans into shambhala

Meditating on the stone, the cat-hour darkness melted the moon on to the centripetal horizon of huan-xo spring time

Difference is not the cost you pay to liberate the world from clutches of immobility

Defer not the day for the judgement to come its way has started its ideal script to run its own machine

In the nanorobotic space, time is a defragmenter of knowledge as super-sensory intellect of high primeval ram

Kwa-kwa-non-non-meva-quinn-wing adiabatic expansion in thermo-nuclear field flask

Evening supernova to a bio luminous 8191 transfer in a land of Golden Fleece

Retrocausal supermind active on para-brahman grace-circle with non-reductive isometric free radius

– Joy Roy Choudhury