LEARNING IS LIFE

  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.

  Better be Krishna, hone his three qualities: Quatrains Hindu God Shri Krishna  is described as a Purna Avatar -complete incarnation - because he possesses 16 Kalas or arts, which are divine qualities. Of 16 qualities, if the humans are able  to hone three of the them, described as follows in the quatrains, it will suffice. 1. Spiritual power Sit still, breathe deep each day, Find strength, in a quiet way. Thoughts grow clear, like morning light, Purpose shines, strong and bright. 2. Compassion Feel the hurt, in another's eyes, Let kindness grow, reaching for the skies. Sweet tongue, compassionate  hand, Love spreads wide, across the land. 3. Patience Wait, be calm, when storms arise, Peaceful mind, beneath the skies. Patience blooms, a quiet flower, Strength will grow, in every hour.

  TO LIVE BY THE GITA'S SACRED WORDS: A POEM The Gita's words, a holy sound, A song of God, on sacred ground. Divine voice, a gentle guide, Within Holy Text, Truth reside. Through verses,  divine wisdom flows, A soulful connection grows. Forever near, in every breath, Love without end, beyond all death. A light to walk, when dark surrounds, God's word, a lamp on holy grounds. When shadows fall and paths seem dim, His sacred text, believe in Him. Through yoga's way, our spirits soar, To find the peace we yearn for. One with all, the world we see, Connected through eternity. God gave us this earth, so grand and wide, With gifts for all, on every side. We share this space, we share this life, So let's be kind, and end the strife. Nothing is ours, to hoard or claim, Just borrowed bounty, in His name. Let go of greed, of selfish gain, Release the want, and ease the pain.

  Leaders becoming burdens of dark days: Quintains The world's in a terrible plight, Where all things are sold, day and night. War's a commodity, Faith's a parody, And power's a ravenous bite. Leaders with greed, ruthless can be, Stretched limits for all to see. But a change is at hand, Across this fair land, An upheaval to make us all free.

  Politicization and Commercialization of Temples: A Poem God's house, now bright lights gleam, But feels like just a hollow dream. Devotion's lost in show and tell, While coins in coffers rise and swell. The common man, he stands outside, His simple faith, they cannot hide. But temple doors, they seem to close, On hearts that ache and spirit knows. This worship, bought and polished bright, Hides darkness deep, and steals the light. The soul is starved, the spirit weak, A change is needed, we must speak. For heartless greed has gone too far, Beyond the bounds of what we are. A revolution's gentle hand, To heal the wounds across the land. A just order, born of right, To bring back trust, and truth, and light!