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Monday 27 January 2014

The Primeval And The Primordial Aspect Of Man Lines To Jim .......... (Cosmic Union) -Monalisa

THE COSMOLOGICAL VASTNESS OF CREATION- THRU THE EYES OF THE POETIC CREATOR...ENCAPSULATING THAT INFINITE IN ONE FINITE SELF OF THE LORD IN A MAN

Eternal consciousness in the void...........,.

THE PRIMEVAL AND THE PRIMORDIAL ASPECT OF MAN AS THE MANIFESTION OF HARI PURUSHA SELF THROUGH THE POETIC WORDS OF JIM MORRISON

"Art is a vast midland it attempts to rejoin the subject & the object by revealing w/pure eye
Art can suspend the separation between the perceiver & the perceived
Beauty is therefore an absolute rooted in disinterested perception-Objects devoid of all purpose & meaning "
   
                                                                             -Jim Morrison



The sacrophagus of the pure white chaldean
The cradle of the sacrificial fire
Purifying thy soul
At its each human breath
True beauty is the Absolute principle
Partaking this worldly and unworldly bliss
The born and the unborn
Together
Create this cytoplasmic reality
Tactality of illusion
Is also that infinite self
Manifesting itself
On this earthly plane
This frame exists also in higher forms
As higher you can get
The deeper you delve
You find only Him
The adi anadi purusha (The Primeval and the Primordial Man)
Playing with and within himself
He is his self

                               - Monalisa  Lines to Jim ......... (Cosmic Union)









Wednesday 8 January 2014

Lines To Jim......(The Coming Of Spring)-Monalisa

Love is the immaculate beauty
Immersed in itself are the tears of pure joy
Picturesque landscape of the creator's eternal vision
Percolates within itself the Divine Decree


Blossoming of the innocent virgin flowers of the heart
Calling themselves to embrace eternity
Birds hop about in the garden of Far Arden



The wishes of life ever fulfilled
Trinklets of the fragrant nectarine
Hours of the secret iskes of Dawn's new wisdom
She awaits His arrival in her heart
At Dawn's early kingdom
The king arrives


Promises of the sweet morning rose
Pale as pink
Of the dewy mists
Encircling the pools
Of silvery waves full of light


Flakes of snow
Long ago
Are dipping themselves
Over the frozen pine



All await
Coming of spring
The season of love
The language of bliss
Everlasting youth
Long live this happiness