Flickering Carnival, Samij Datta, 2012



Flickering as it starts scaling the sky at the pale hour of dawn

The carnival of stars in the bodhi-drip mind of music

Silence alone can draw a face or a diagram of a soul

All the universes within, the cadillacs and the t-ford

The cat sees the dragon in the fire of al-jebr and thinks it’s only polynomial glass

Says to itself the moon is over my heart at last

Longing the long nights of tender waterfalls on cymophane alexandrites

Coming as a wave and going like a river into the seas

The banks are full of purple and crimson flakes of Abraham

Time unfolds the book of paradise and opens the page one of creation

And makes it into a perfect gatefold made of lemon-grass

Then flowers came out of the holy window’s sky

Red poppies, mid-day sunflowers jasmines and chrysolites

Turning each colour into the mosaics on the page, the strings melted melody into tears

And joy sprung from the churning ocean’s bliss-matter-poison holes

Unfinished verses are now complete with super implicate order

Revisiting the cardboard dream of di Sitter space

Ramakrishna- Krishna-Radha-Hari

Hari Om Tat Chit Matter-Mind-Energy Link-ups

The free particle of time is music and dance

Alblackica, alblackica in Li Sphere Geometry

Iko Iko sitting on the willing-wheels of the morning rose

The teapot icons are lying on the streets of Methuselah

Sipping the hour-time-darkness-gap in the twilight moon of unmiyata

Rekav-rahim-ruhahu-rahim om tatat yatashta

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Much my composition is based on music of minstrelsy and deeper relation with body-mind-soul and hyperspace. Music is a great healer, the new-age process of Quantum Healing is active through the consciousness or chit energy that matter receives and reciprocates with, to create more sublime forms of beauty from the deeper recesses of the multiverse through Quantum Jumping and Evolution. In this genre of minstrel music, the Bengal Bauls particularly arrived in and around the roaring 60s in America to kindle much of the consciousness and peace movements started by the Woodstock Generation at Mark Yasgur’s Farm. What Joni Mitchell sings about the journey of the billion year old carbon in the woodstock song, or, for that matter sung by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, was actually the same cuppa that the Bauls also bring out in the diegetic tapestry of their folk songs. Purna Das Baul of Bengal befriended by Bob Dylan, appeared in the album cover sleeve of John Wesley Harding.

Joni Mitchell’s 1969 Painting And The All-Blissful Centre of Musical Forms

Joni Mitchell Painting, 1969


Felt the lines that move unmoved

Between the serial affections of the mind and its behaviour

Woodstock on the dancing grass laden with spring vine

                Touched the thought-mist on the window glass

And a winter sun was drowning in the seas

I had not yet heard the song of the night-shift whistle

And recaptured the beautiful reprise of the morning on the hills

Tomorrow, may be, it will be another day

A basket of apples on a carpet of snow

Smiles bring laughter autumn rose the bee

A circle in a circle will shine from its geo-centre

Its petals will reflect the creation of the soul

From nothing she stands at the midst of light

From the void and the darkness to the angelic door

Love the sacred thread to the new matter and consciousness

And perfection the aid through which knowledge is to be known

Bliss is the ultimate cause of the unmanifest manifest

OmSatchindananda Para Brahma,

Purushottama Param Atma

Sri Bhagavathi Sametha

Sri Bhagavathe Namaha

Hari Om HariOmHari Om

Woodstock – Lyrics excerpt

“We are stardust/We are golden/And we’ve got to get ourselves/Back to the garden- Joni Mitchell 

– Joy Roy Choudhury