LEARNING IS LIFE

 Blind following is regressive:  Quintains A rule made on whim, quite unheard, Brain washed, we blindly copy the absurd, Are folly's firm base. Rituals we embrace, At power's blind beck, are a turd. Someone stuck in old, dusty ways, Finds darkness in all of its days. Unkind deeds it sows, Where no goodness grows, True life, in reflection, now stays. To question, to grow, to be free, Reflect on what used to be. With thought as your guide, Cast shadows aside, A critical, self-knowing you, glee!

 What is Spiritual Artificial Intelligence: A note and a poem Short note Spiritual Artificial Intelligence (SAI) signifies a budding convergence of advanced digital technology and age-old wisdom, aimed at fostering human consciousness, mindfulness, and introspection. It is often stated that for spiritualists and gurus, SAI should not be seen as a substitute for personal experiences or human mentorship. Instead, it serves as a valuable tool, acting as a digital companion that can enhance, speed up, or tailor the spiritual journey. Consequently, it ought to be utilized to aid individuals in their personal quests, guiding them back to their inner growth, rather than supplying answers that overshadow personal reflection and introspection. In this way, SAI can function as a catalyst for heightened awareness, assisting in organizing thoughts, deepening inquiries, and supporting the inner journey that needs to be practiced by the seeker. Its greatest potential lies in being a companion fo...

  LIMERICK Two blocks, quite thick-skinned and so wide, A comfort-pact they decide. Said one with a smile, "My back aches a mile! If you scratch me, I'll scratch your backside!"

  Ode to Spiritual Dance The dance unfolds, a sacred art, A whispered prayer from beating heart. Limbs reach, then bend and sway, A quiet prayer in a moving way. The body bends, a willow's grace, As feelings rise to fill the space. Feet find the floor, a gentle beat, A pulse that echoes, soft 'n sweet. Feet tap the beat, soft and low, As thoughts like birds begin to flow. A shoulder dips, a hand takes air, A silent story blooms right there. Hands lift up, then gently fall, The body whispers, answering the call. Spirit dances, light and free, Mind takes flight for all to see. With every turn, a spirit free, Escapes the world for all to see. The mind forgets its earthly chain, Lost in rhythm, sun and rain. And when it ends, a peaceful sigh, As spirit rests, up in the sky.

  Live a spirited life: A Poem The divine spark, inside so bright, To make the world a channel of light. To shun the world, a life withdrawn, Is but a seed that knows no dawn. True spirit wakes, a different way, To change the world, each passing day. Let love and peace begin to bloom, Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom. This is the flowering, full and bright, The inner spirit's guiding light. To see the beauty, share the grace, To find the holy now, in this place. Learn to infuse all things with grace, And find the God in every place. To weave love, peace, and bliss anew, Reflecting divine, shining through,

  Non-Dual, Advaita Spiritual Path: Couplets A thread of thought, from ages past unfurled, Advaita, whispered on a waiting world. Non-dual stance, a clear and steady guide, To peel the layers where illusions hide. A dance of forms, a fleeting, shifting show, That hides the truth, and makes the spirit slow. A story old, a truth profound, Advaita's song, on ancient ground. The world we see, a shimmering show, Maya's dance, a fleeting glow. The soul within, the Atman bright, A spark of truth, a guiding light. One with Brahman, vast and deep, The secret whispered while we sleep. Adi Shankara, so clear and strong, To guide us home, where we belong. The world we see, a fast fleeting dream, Maya's veil, it would often seem. Release from Maya's woven spell, When "I" dissolves, and all is well. Non-dual stance, a clear and steady guide, To peel the layers where illusions hide.