THE PROXEMICS OF TIME IN CONSCIOUS EVOLUTION OF KALACHAKRA MANDALA: ‘SHAMBHALA IN TWILIGHT RADIANCE OF KALPURUSHA’ (THE WORK IS THE HEART OF THE MATTER ENTERING HIGHER DIMENSIONS)

Kalachakra Mandala, courtesy of HimalayanArt.org

Kalachakra Mandala, courtesy of HimalayanArt.org

THE PROXEMICS OF TIME IN CONSCIOUS EVOLUTION OF KALACHAKRA MANDALA: ‘SHAMBHALA IN TWILIGHT RADIANCE OF KALPURUSHA’ (THE WORK IS THE HEART OF THE MATTER ENTERING HIGHER DIMENSIONS)

 

“First man stood, shifting stance
while germs of sight
unfurl’d Flags in his skull

and quickening, hair, nails, skin
turned slowly, whirl’d, in
the warm aquarium, warm
wheel turning”. 

– Jim Morrison 

‘Hay Hay Jay Jay Pralay Pay

Tay Thay Day Dhay Bandhu Nai Jay’

(Hari Hari Hari Kau) (Maha-Nam Maha-Nam)

– Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor (Chandrapat: The Descent of the Moon)

Time the wheel-barrow spinning

Centre without the point originates creation

Fragrance of light cuts through the four corners

Substance, form takes shape

Justifying the journey from the star field and beyond

Into the woods that harvest the tree of life

Mother of the seven seas, island fathers and mountains

Deep beneath the corpus of time –awakening

I hear the monstrous thud of the riders gliding past

Marching on, their armour brighter than the sun

Moonlight passes by threading the halo of the image reconstruction

A silent working of nature’s force is the coming sign of the truth Absolute

Thoughts are garlanded by the pool of an unknown mysterious energy

Doorways to the electromagnetic cusp of cosmic junction

Three ways into one to get one on one

A yantra of convergence – time evolution consciousness

The Shiva tattva is the Bramha dream in the Vishnu optical twilight

A dawn of poetic symbols carrying the chalice on the horse’s head

Three ways into the one gets two less than one in Christ’s alter of crucifixion

Time is a long sequence of fractal integers meeting neither at a point

Nor it originates from any

Kalachakra in the Adi-Buddha flowering tetra-foliate diamond light

Enter shambhala exit from the conch shell of Hari

Breathe in the silence repeating itself

A measure of things called love – rasa of the free-particle drop, dance, disappear

They know the bits from qubits in fine lines symmetric coherence

Allow the Will to master the craft and be the harbinger of peace and light

Time swallows itself from the pit evoking the fountain to split Zeus’ head

And a little light set afoot tinkling like rainbow pearls

It knows its way as the fish and the bird in the wheel of time.

– Joy

 

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Its mystic origin in Shambhala was the cult left for a higher evolving race

Memory structures beams of light in the fountain of the dark star

The hexagram of animated motions are constructed by the valipa turn of the Yung-drung

From the yin to the yang in the ivory fire of waters’ symmetric verse

It wrote the syllabic feet of scriptures that transliterate creation from other micro-creations

From the savage prehistory of sacred letters, the fish swam across the river and became the tree

It saw the early light of the dawn at varying lengths falling on the ancient crucible

It had the bondage of silence so it couldn’t utter the aloa-aloa-vivi-afa

Darkness nestled the springs in the backyard of the great mountains

The birds flew migrating from one land to the other

Like the psychic wish of Hibiscus in the nomadic herd of the exothermic race

They wandered from valleys and deserts to gardens and meteorite caves

Another soliloquy of the artist with the plenary beings

Sculpted the face of Monalisa on the symbols of divine destiny

Here to meet in the Happy Isles or in the Tazig-Tazig kingdom

The Altai disappeared in the storm, the Urals appeared missing again

Tibet was dancing like the cormorant from Xinjiang

Images from the pages of the diary come and go like the stagecoach

They may never know what they mean but truly know where the light is taking it.

– Joy Roy Choudhury