LEARNING IS LIFE

  Metacognition: Highest Cognitive Potential - A poem How our thoughts bloom, how feelings rise, How understanding fills our eyes. A hidden program, running deep, While you're awake, and while you sleep. Watching thoughts like clouds drift by, Asking questions, "What, how,  why?" Observing self, with gentle hand, To understand, and understand. And as you learn, and look within, The brighter, clearer light begins. A spark ignites, a sudden gleam A flash of insight, like a dream. Ideas flow, a canvas bright, A knowing deep, that feels just right. Creativity, unleashed and bold, The ever new ready to unfold.

J. Krishnamurti's view point on acceptance J. Krishnamurti views 'acceptance' not as passive resignation, but as the total, choiceless awareness of "what is"— observing thoughts, emotions, and conflicts without judgment, justification, or desire to change them. This active, non-dualistic observation brings internal conflict to an end, allowing for true understanding and freedom Quotes of J Krishnamurti The ability to observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence. Society is the extension of ourselves; its disorder is our own. To change society, you must first understand and transform yourself. The structure of society is the result of the structure of our minds INSPIRED POEM 'As it is, where it is,' Not a surrender, not a miss. A key to unlock, set you free, To change the self, you want to be. Just see it now, just see it true, No push, no fight, no judging you. Your life, your place, the air you breathe, Right here, right now, you can bel...

  Short Note The recent wars show that sometimes governments start or escalate international conflicts to divert the public's attention from their failing domestic policies or economic problems. By creating a feeling of national emergency, leaders can get citizens to unite around the flag instead of questioning the issues within their own leadership. This strategy, often referred to as a "diversionary war," uses patriotism to quiet political opposition and stifle internal dissent. When the media focuses solely on a foreign battlefield, important issues like poverty, inequality, corruption, and human rights abuses often get pushed out of the daily news cycle. In the end, using war as a distraction can result in tragic human costs just to ensure the political survival of those in power. Diversionary War Limerick A leader whose plans went astray, Used war to just push woes away. With bombs in the air, No one noticed the snare, While freedoms were quietly slayed.

  Wither Elected Leaders Today: A Poem A bitter truth the world has come to see, Where leaders rise, by people's voices swayed, To serve the common good, it seems to be, A noble promise, publicly displayed. But power's lure, a siren's tempting song, Can warp ideals, and twist the truest aim, Where right and wrong become a tangled throng, And "all is fair" becomes the twisted game. Lust, war, and greed, their daily bread, Commerce their god, the people misled. People's needs 'n hopes, a fading sound, As morals bartered on tainted ground. For life itself, a sacred, fragile thing, Becomes a product that their coffers bring!

  Ode to the Soul Believe you are the soul, so pure, Make it your faith, forever sure. That soul is ageless, deathless, bright, A guiding star, a shining light. From start to end, it has no bound, Eternity within it's found. This feeling, strong, hold in your heart, And worldly traps will fall apart. The fleeting world, its charm and lure, Will lose their grip, no more endure. From earthly wants, you'll break away, And find your peace, come what may. A gentle grace, a simple way, Will fill your life, from day to day. A calmness deep, a saintly air, Because the soul, you hold so dear.

 Krishna's Enchanting Flute Music Art: A Poem The flute of Krishna softly plays, A sound that lifts from mundane days. Venu Nada, sweet and clear, A call the soul is meant to hear. Beyond all earthly chains it flies, To love supreme, and starry skies. No ego speaks, just pure release, A heart that finds eternal peace. The flute's enchantment, ever bright, Fills all the world with holy light. The soul awakes, a cosmic tune, Divine love beneath the silver moon. No earthly chains can bind us then, Just bliss that flows, again, again. Surrender sweet, the ego gone, To Krishna's love, where we belong. Flute's melody divine, a gentle art, Touching softly every listening heart.