aesthetic experience

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I have noticed recently that when I write I quote a lot of words. Why? Simply because behind every word there are multiple meanings.
People ask me what I do for living? I say: I “teach” English.
I quote the word teach because it does not actually mean teaching, as people would frame it. It is not about me teaching “my students” English. English is just the mean I use to fulfil a much greater job, namely CONNECTING. In my class I create energy, synergy, synchronisities, vibrations.
My students are their own teacher. I am just the facilitator. I show them how to learn. I do not transfer knowledge.

In my class there is no”mistake” or “correct answer”. There are so many correct answers to one question.
Every student sees the question with different eyes and consequently has a different answer.
I accept any answer and any “spelling mistake”.
I focus on communication and expressing from the heart without limitation.

Today I gave my class a “grammar test”. One of my students had not finished while everyone had finished and it was time to give them a break as well. So, I collected all the “tests” except the one of the student who was still writing, and left the class. I told her to finish her test and give it to me after the break.
I cannot forget my students’ face. They could not understand why I would leave my student alone in the classroom surrounded by books from where she could have “copied”.
She can “copy” if she wants to, but she won’t do that because it is not “a test” whose score will classify her level of English. It is a simple exercise through which she can see what she has understood so far and what she still needs to practise. I never give them tests. I only give exercises. Therefore, there is no anxiety. All there is is a high level of confidence and spontaneity.
This is just a small example of what happens in my class.

In my class, there is no way to study. People are on the floor or in the corridor. Some people listen to music while studying, others stand up and walk while doing their exercises. I love this learning environment, where everyone is free, where everyone collaborates with each other.
In the end, they all get the answers.
I never give them the answer. Aren’t they awesome?
Active learning is what learning is all about.
I find it difficult to give my students scores. How can I give them scores?
For me they are all top, beautiful human beings who are sharing the learning experience.

For education to be educative there needs to be a focus on creativity and freedom.
Any concept needs to disappear or be reinvented by the students who collaborate and debate.
This means that what is “taught” is not actually taught but just discussed. And there is no conclusion.
All there is, is mere interaction between the students. It is a flow of energy.
It is an exchange of synergies.
I love it when they get into the topic and bring their reality and world view into the discussion.
It makes it so rich. This interaction transmogrifies into an exchange. It is this exchange that I call education.
It does not come from the books. It comes from the people. It comes from the heart.
Education is sharing. Not imposing. Not studying. Not understanding. Not memorising.
If you memorise stuff then you will adopt the box as it is without questioning it, without seeing it, without feeling it. You will not even understand that concept. What happens, though, is that that concept shapes your existence and it limits your creativity. Once you memorize something you get stuck with that and it is difficult for you to see other ways. That concept will be anchored in your mind. That’s when you say “I believe,…”.
For the mind to be free, multiple and open to the plurality of life one needs to reject the concept of “I believe…” since there is no belief. All there is is a constant change with the flow of energy.
Be like water.
I will never stop referring to Bruce Lee, who says “Where there is a way therein lies limitation.”
That’s why there cannot be any education in this world since education is just another box which classifies and teaches different concepts. It fragments the oneness of the universe.
Everything is so connected and is bliss. Education is the tool used by the system which separates this mystical bliss created by mother nature – ONENESS – in order to make things complicated and construct multiple realities in people’s mind, eradicating the essence of the truth – the only truth – oneness.

I “educate” or better “diseducate” when “teaching”….I am quoting a lot these days simply because, as I mentioned previously, there is sooo much behind every word I say that it cannot simply remain unquoted….or the interlocutor will immediately put that word in the box and “organize” it by giving it a meaning which will fit in with society. That’s when it gets out of context.
It seems to be very difficult for people to see the context.
I experience the “out of contextness” every moment I interact with a person in the outer world.
I am always talking about the truth which, however, gets “organized” and labelled under a certain category or box, for example the “relationship” box, the “teaching” box, the “partnership” box, the “love” box.
I am surrounded by boxes. Every box has specific rules.
Where do these rules come from? Who made them up and why do you take them as the norm?
Can’t you see the inapplicability of those rules for every box?
Life is so pluralistic and various that you cannot put a label on a feeling. You cannot label a feeling.
The feeling is yours. It is inside of you and only you know it.

The truth lies in the blueness of the ocean.

Poetic Lyric

gypsy eyes

thanh

This poem is dedicated to a dear soul I deeply love
and the magic he creates in my heart…when feeling, singing, playing his guitar…his music is an infinite breath of magical art!
The breeze caresses me
giving me the sense to be
you pass by
it is like a lullaby
You say “Hi”
I sense it is never gonna be a good bye
only an endless cry of emotions that fly
over the limit of the dark blue sky.

Our eyes cross
and I let go of the loss
incarnated in my heart
had no way to start
without you leading me to a chart
of living musical art
that’s where I put all I had a part.

Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
You weep off the ice and embrace me
how nice!

This feeling of warmth on a cold summer day
is the poetry of every day
wait till it’s May, then we can stay…
and our hearts won’t need to pay
cuz it can simply go its way…
towards infinity
through inner calamity
the colours of our souls celebrate immortality.

Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
So deep.
I can’t sleep…
Gazing moonlight
touching my soul by candlelight so deep inside
eliminating my fright
taking me on an endless flight where the dark night lightens up
like the hot flames of a fire
showing me the story of the dream to admire.

Hand by hand
we land and understand that
what was planned is the manifestation of an eternal poetic end.
Ecstasy of love.
Words which flow soundless
guiding me to a place
where I gaze at the water by the river
and I feel the shiver
Gypsy eyes transforming silver
filling my heart with glimmer.
Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
Taking my heart in your hands and kissing it till the end…
Poetry in a soul kissing me in the flow…

Poetic-Lyric