Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "transcendental"

I don’t like writing from thought,
Writing from thought is dull and boring.
It’s when the subconscious does the writing,
That the words manifest magically awakening.

It takes some time to get used to,
You gotta trust your brain with the magic.
Lose yourself in your one chosen path,
Out pours the pearls of profundity terrific!

Let your subconscious do the writing,
Use thought afterwards to mend inaccuracy.
When absorbed in an unbending vision,
Like a ghost writes your mind almighty.

Most of my magic is born in transcendence –
Nothing paranormal, just atypical neuroactivity!
There is no spirit outside the domain of neurons,
We’re just unaware of the extent of our capacity.

“Miracle and Migraine (Sonnet 1370)

Words are my leisure,
Words are my life.
Words are my gift to thee,
Use ’em wisely for light.

Kind words cost us nothing,
Cruel words will cost us all.
Faith in people costs us nothing,
Systemic mistrust will end us all.

It is common knowledge in the circle,
I don’t control words, I get visions.
However, every miracle takes its toll,
Hence, the migraines are getting worse.

I don’t mind, so long as I am ointment.
You keep the magic, I’ll keep the pain.”

“There is nothing supernatural about visions – or to be more accurate, contrary to traditional belief, it’s not messages from some extraterrestrial domain. Visions are indeed messages from a mysterious realm alright, but like the everyday realm of human perception, the transcendental realm as well is creation of brain chemicals. I won’t go into details here, as I already did that in my early days. One of my earliest works, Autobiography of God, contains a detailed analytical account of the neurobiology of transcendental experiences. However, the question is not whether there is an explanation, the question is, is it worth explaining! Because, while sometimes the lack of explanation facilitates superstition, some things are better left unexplained – such as, love.”

Consciousness contains the cosmos,
cosmos contains consciousness,
all rooted in specks of jelly,
firing in frenzy inside our head.

When neurons fire, we see light,
lack of oxygen conjures a tunnel.
Nearing death, hallucinogens kick in,
thus we experience kingdoms mythical.

Neurons forge the fabric of reality,
within neurons our paradise is born.
Neurons concoct our fabled purgatory,
thus our strong beliefs rule perception.

Neurons are the birthplace of order,
within neurons order comes to end.
Neurons are the root of mindlessness,
as well as the instrument of mend.

My mainstream work don’t depend on the
internet, I need the net mainly for music.
Music is companion to my writing,
while I write independent of the internet.

I once spent weeks without internet and
electricity, but that didn’t stop my writing.
Sure, internet is crucial to release my work,
but I could just leave behind mountains of
unpublished work in future generations’ keeping.

Even my spanish and turkish writings
won’t cease in the absence of the internet.
I could easily just leave behind piles of
unpublished work in broken turkish and spanish.

I don’t do drugs, drink or binge, but I do need
music, which is why I pay for youtube premium.
Apes may be impotent without ideas from internet,
I am my own gateway to endless enlightenment.

Like many streams finally meet in the sea,
we are all born of nature, and ultimately
disperse into nature, our identity,
our memory, emotions, everything –

then the only place we exist is
in the memories of other people, whose
lives we might have influenced in some way.

There is no transference of soul,
the way our primitive ancestors believed;
soul is just electrochemical response of
uniquely individual makeup of organic matter,
once that individual makeup breaks down,
the individual soul simply vanishes.

Your soul disperses as your body does,
but not your role in other people’s lives.
Entity can be wiped out, but not existence,
existence that has ignited a few lives.