LEARNING IS LIFE

  Acquire self-observation skill through practice: A poem ~Lalit Kishore Learn to mind your mind, keep watch so near, Observe each thought, let nothing flee. Be witness, banish doubt and fear, A neutral onlooker, pure and free. Acquire this state, a quiet grace, Self-observe, your path alone to tread. No need for gurus, find your sacred space, Just watch the thoughts within your head. Lust, anger, greed, these toxins kill, Detoxify, make your spirit bright. Your soul's the truth, beyond all form, Divine and pure, through every storm.

  Practice meditation and self-reflection to fet mindful and soulful: Poem  ~Lalit Kishore The mind, a canvas vast and deep, Unmoored, to fleeting fancies leap. With whispers soft of sense-world's call, It builds desires, both great and small.   It weaves illusions, thin and frail, A hypnotic spell, a whispered tale. The material world, a siren's song, Enchants the mind, where darkness throngs.   It overthinks, a churning flood, Of doubts and fears, misunderstood. In  restive mind, the soul  gets bound, But it  yearns for  a solace sound.   Yet hope remains, a flickering spark, Tame mind with meditation to break dark. Mindfulness creates inner quiet space, Soulfulness bestows the divine grace.

  Amorphous Spiritually:  A Poem ~Lalit Kishore  Spirituality, a realm both vast and veiled, We grasp at meanings, yet find them frail, An abstract idea, elusive to define. Each description incomplete, a puzzle line.   Not mere belief, but compass for the soul, Imparting purpose, making us feel whole, It guides us through the shadows of our days, A map to navigate life’s winding ways.   In classrooms bright, let’s foster minds that soar, With lessons rich, where curiosity’s core To shape a world where every voice can start To lead a life that’s full, where meaning drives.

 Janmashtami is an occasion to know meaning, purpose and reconnect: A Poem Janmashtami, a time to cleanse and clear, From lust and anger, greed's demanding call, Reconnecting, shedding delusions, fear Arrogance and envy start to fall. Reconnect to spirit, vast and ever true, The Supreme Soul, no cause, no end in sight. Our lost deep bond, we make it brand new, Janmashtami calls us to inner light. The Supreme Soul, no cause, no end in sight, It conquers evil, helps the righteous rise. Janmashtami calls us to inner light, We offer gifts of pious speech, art 'n might.

 Lord Krishna’s essential message in haiku In 2025, Janmashtami, a significant Hindu festival celebrating the birth of Lord Krishna, is being on Saturday, August 16. In Hinduism, Lord Krishna is deemed as the eighth avatar of Lord Vishnu. The Lord gave the pious knowledge or divine wisdom to perplexed and disillusioned warrior Arjuna on the battlefield of Kurukshetra and urged him to live his Dharma. The divine wisdom imparted by Lord Krishna in form of scripture today is known as Bhagavad Gita.   The followers find the messages of the Gita highly revealing and motivational to live a worthy or ideal human life. For people who selfless action for them or for Karma Yogis: “Whatever happened was good. What’s happening is going well. Whatever will happen will also be good.”    So one should not worry for the future and strive to live in the present HAIKU Rid ego, lust, greed To steer clear from worldly mire Live humility ~*~ Soul – our inner self That is Real a...

Sanskrit Aphorism 'Idam Na Mama' and inspired poem   Sanskrit Aphorism इदं न मम  Idam Na Mama This is not mine INSPIRED POEM We arrive alone blessed by grace. What we hold will softly cease. Let go the thoughts of "this is mine." Like dreared dreams that bring no peace. Our earthly bonds will soon release. The "I" and "mine" are fleeting space, Let go the thought of "this is mine." We arrive blessed by sacred grace. In compassion, strife finds its ease, Each moment speeds at hurried pace. To connect is life's true case, We arrive blessed by sacred grace. For purpose found in love's embrace, As fleeting moments disappear with peace. Our souls rise up, back to their place, Entwined in love, forever free from lease. We arrive blessed by sacred grace. Let go the thought of "this is mine."

 Plight and yearning for release: Poem A fading light, a whispered plea, For desires to loosen, set me free. The senses call, a vibrant hum, But their fleeting pleasure soon is numb. The body trap, a heavy chain, The mind's harsh grip, a constant pain. I see myself reflected there, In form that shifts, beyond repair. Each passing thought, a fragile lie, Born of habit, drifting by. A phantom self, I try to hold, A story whispered, growing cold. Release the flesh, release the mind, Leave worldly echoes far behind. To find the truth, serene and deep, Where hidden grace, its promise keep. May soul ascend, a truth revealed, Where unity, forever sealed.