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QUATRAINS ON PRANIC HEALING

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QUATRAINS ON PRANIC HEALING  A silent flow, a hidden spark, It guides the soul through light and dark. The breath of life that fills the frame, Without this force, no life could claim. It moves within, it moves around, In every cell, it can be found. The energy that makes us be, The spark that keeps the spirit free. From open air, the tiny light, Enters the lungs to keep us bright. Through spinning wheels, the chakras glow, To help the vital current flow. So breathe in slow, and breathe in deep, A steady rhythm we must keep. With every breath, the strength is won, The life force shining like the sun. Those with a surplus, pure and clear, Bring joy to all who wander near. The tired wake, the heavy rise, Refreshed by warmth within their eyes. The moment that you bow to pray, The healing starts its gentle way. A call is made, a sacred plea, And grace begins to set us free. It is a bridge to worlds above, A gateway of soulfulness and love. To reach the deep eternal soul, And make the f...

A SANJHI POEM: FOLK FESTIVAL OF HARYANA

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 A SANJHI POEM: FOLK FESTIVAL OF HARYANA The soil is rich, the seeds are sown, The Sanjhi spirit now has grown. We honour earth, the dark and deep, While promises of harvest keep. The feminine, a sacred light, That turns the darkness into bright. In every woman, mother, friend, The powers of the earth ascend. With clay and dung upon the wall, We answer to the season's call. A Sanjhi image, shaped with care, A prayer rising through the air. We sing to her, the life-source root, For golden grain and rich, ripe fruit. To peasants who protect the land, We reach out with a helping hand. Prosperity in heaps of gold, And stories of the spirit told. We dance beneath the open sky, Where ancient faith will never die. From humble earth to spirit’s grace, We bow before the goddess’ face. In every field, in every heart, The cycle makes a brand new start.

Evoke the Feminine Divine Within To Become Loving and Empathetic

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  Navaratri festival is here. It has the massage of balancing one’s femininity and masculinity. One needs to dwell on the feminine virtues and evoke them by purifying body and mind during the holy nine nights by meditating on feminine divine. Here are my haiku on the Feminine Divine. Feminine divine Universal soul of love – That creates, sustains life. ~*~  Feminine divine –  She’s symbiotic existence – Our mother, our truth ~*~ Follow path of love.  Exist through love, care and share  For feminine-hood. ~*~  Feminine divine – She simply is, now-n-ever – For enlightenment .

LIMERICKS ON GEN-Z RISE

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  LIMERICKS ON GEN-Z RISE The leaders called GenZ a fly, And a cockroach they wanted to fry. But they stand for the right, To bring truth into light, And demand that democracy’s nigh.  *** House fly buzzed on king’s royal nose, Then tickled the tips of his toes. hammer  split the air, Missed my wing by a hair, And smashed the king’s face to repose!

Understanding theology through an acrostic

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  Understanding theology through an acrostic T: Trying to understand the nature of the Divine and the existence H: Holding sacred texts to see how they align with purpose of life E: Exploring deep beliefs from an internal view as it is rather then dictated by the external world O: Organizing doctrines and recovering them until they ring true L: Looking at the belief system from the outside, objective and clear O: Observing how the ancient shaped what we hear and what we are shaped by worldly conditioning G: Guiding our daily ethical steps and the collective choices we make Y: Yielding the wisdom that faith helps us take and live by Reference for inset graphic https://cwoznicki.com/2017/12/08/4500/ In summary Kishore (2026) presents theology as a field of study that breaks down complex religious, spiritual and philosophical ideas into simpler, organized parts that can be easily understood and studied. This approach combines careful academic research with personal reflection, ...

Deepfakes: Outcomes of a mind shaped by myths and irrationality

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  Deepfakes: Outcomes of a mind shaped by myths and irrationality Old tales were carved in mountain stone, Of gods who sat on golden thrones. We told of beasts and magic light, To haunt the shadows of the night. Then came the books of ink and quill, To bend the mind and shape the will. We loved the lie, the crafted play, To hide the truth of common day. But now the screen begins to glow, With faces that we think we know. A voice that speaks, a shifting eye, A hollow ghost born from a lie. The machine creates a perfect mask, To finish every wicked task. It steals the soul, it steals the name, And bring deepfakes into life- game. We lose the path of what is real, And let the phantom shadows steal The strength to think, the power to see, Lost in a sea of circuitry. The logic fades, the senses blur, In webs of code that masquerade as her. We swallow myths we built in haste, And let our reason go to waste.

ODE TO NANA PATEKAR (1 January 1951 – 8 October 2026)

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ODE TO NANA PATEKAR ( 1 January 1951 – 8 October 2026 )   Nana Patekar of silver screen, A face that told of all he’d seen. Not for the fame or loud applause, He worked for truth and higher cause. "To give out joy and cause no pain," He spoke, and walked a quiet lane. He found the spirit in the heart, Apart from religion, set apart.   He painted canvas, played the keys, And found his peace in mountain breeze. In kitchens where the flavours blend, He learnt to be a better friend. The script was just a place to grow, A path to see and truly know. He did not ask for public praise, Or sought the light in crowded ways.   He looked within to find the flaw, And lived his life by inner law. Each day a chance to mend the soul, To make the broken spirit whole. His work was deep, his life was wide, With nothing left for him to hide. A soulful man, a thinking mind, He's left a gentle path behind.