the power of homeschooling

A homeschooled human being who expresses the power of learning through unschooling! The topic ‘homeschooling’ is still tabu in most modern and civilized societies where it is thought that learning occurs at school. Before we express our inclinations versus or against homeschooling, we need to ask the questions ‘what is learning?’ and ‘how does it happen?’ One of the reasons why my husband and I decided to homeschool our kids is because we believe that kids need to FEEL FREE. Schools do not offer freedom. Hence, we need to ask ourselves whether what they call ‘learning’ connotes learning or whether it puts kids into a box according to which their minds get shaped and their creativity annulled. This video puts it into simple words and I thought I would share it as it gives the whole picture of what homeschooling actualy is: learning to learn and a constant search for the truth, or in other words learning from the soul, expanding meaning and connecting to your inner knowledge and spirit.Kids who are homeschooled become creators of meaning. They change the world. Their learning space is not the classroo. It is the whole world with its energy, trees,greens, mountains, animals, seas, oceans, lakes, rivers, flowers, colours,…

change is the only constant – Albert Einstein

ImageI came across this poem on an Italian website about nutrition and I immediately fell in love with it.
“Change is the only constant” as Albert Einstein says.
Every moment is different.
Every moment you live is unique and therefore different, irrepetible.
Like the river whose water never touches the same stone twice – Panta Rhei.
Diversity and plurality are what define this infinite moment of life.
Reading, travelling, music, dreams are the aliments of life.
Read and live.
Listen to music. Feel its vibration and live it.
Dream and live your dream.
Travel and see with your eyes, with your heart, with your spirit all the colours of life.
Change your routine and give your life a new sensation.
The sensation of rebirth.
Be reborn and accept the change. The change of the moment. The change of your ‘self’.
You are always the same and you are always different since every moment, every instant, every breath is different.
You change with the flow of life.

Poetic Lyric

 

You start dying slowly

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…

Pablo Neruda

lost in time

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While I was going through my teenager diaries and reading up current facebook updates by other teenage girls, I found myself in a moment where I felt like nothing has ever changed. Years have passed and I have remained the same. I am still a teenager. I am still that girl who on a rainy day was sitting in her room all day, listening to music while writing her diary or composing some lyrics. That girl whose parents thought she was weird because of her way of tuning in. I am still that girl who on a summer day would take her motorbike and drive up to the mountains, lie on the grass and feel the sun burning her skin, hear the sound of the trees moved by a slight summer breeze, observe the insects making love on the green grass. I am still that girl who when she falls in love, feels like she has lost herself in the vast ocean. I am still that girl who cries out of emotions and who does not hesitate to say ‘I love you’ when her heart beats so loud that everything – the moon, the sun and the stars – would stop to dance to its rhythm. I am still that girl who dances without a reason and who would stop everything to go on a long walk with her love and live every breath of that moment as if it was the last one. I am still that little girl whose eyes tell the story of her heart and soul. That girl who lives to love and loves to live. A simple girl who with a kiss …loves.

This is a poem inspired by my diary entries from when I was a teenager. I wrote these lyrics two years ago.I am still that girl who stays locked up in her room to write down her feelings on a piece of paper all night long…that girl who loses herself in an endless gaze.

One love

I want one love that makes you float in the air, one that makes your body shiver and gives you goosebumps every day, one that is capable of transforming you into music.
I want one love that satisfies you, that makes you touch every bit of life, that makes you feel the sense of being.
I want one that knows how to touch me and how to dance in me – how to make me cry out of happiness and how to make me appreciate the joy of life.
I want one that makes me feel sad and drags me down, but that in the end comes back to me because he had actually never gone.
I want one love full of smiles, words, hugs and kisses.
One that makes your heart stop cuz of his beauty.
I want one that can see through my soul – more than me.
One that understands my heart. One that knows the meaning of my smile.
I want one that laughs and cries with me. One that makes me feel alive.
I want one love that is direct and not implicit, one that looks into my eyes when he sends me to hell and hugs me after because he misses my perfume.
I want one love. Only one.

Poetic-Lyric

 

it’s fine – don’t define

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This extract is in line with my poetic life – where there is no room for defining anything since the moment you define it is the moment you kill it, no room for any system, religion, dogma, criteria, category, subject.
In line with this extract I’d like to claim that rationality leads to mind-constructs and pain since it is limited. Irrationality is immense and vast. If you are irrational you are living without defining or labelling things. You are just SEEING existence. Not things!!! And everything is flowing like a river. And you are immersed. Touching the ocean and feeling every wave of it. You cannot name or define this feeling. You can only embrace it. Feel it. Live it. And you can write poems about it to transcend the feeling, “to open the window” as Osho says.
Life is poetry.

Enjoy the extract:

“Christianity, Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, Mohammedanism – these are only ideologies, dogmas, creeds; they are only cults. The true religion has no name, it cannot have any name. Buddha lived it, Jesus lived it – but remember, Jesus was not a Christian and Buddha was not a Buddhist, he had never heard of the word. The truly religious people have been simply religious, they have not been dogmatic. There are three hundred religions in the world – this is such an absurdity! If truth is one, how can there be three hundred religions? There is one science and three hundred religions?
If the science that is concerned with the objective truth is one, the religion is also one because it is concerned with the subjective truth, the other side of the truth. But that religion cannot have any name, it cannot have any ideology.
I teach only that religion. Hence if somebody asks you what my teaching is, in short, you will not be able to say – because I don’t teach principles, ideologies, dogmas, doctrines. I teach a religionless religion, I teach you the taste of it. I give you the method to become receptive to the divine. I don’t say anything about the divine, I simply tell you, “This is the window – open it and you will see the starry night.”
Now, that starry night is indefinable. Once you see it through the open window you will know it. Seeing is knowing – and seeing should be being too.
There should be no other belief.
So, my whole effort is existential, not intellectual at all. And the true religion is existential. It has always happened to only a few people and then disappears from the earth because the intellectuals immediately grab it and they start making beautiful ideologies out of it – neat and clean, logical. In that very effort they destroy its beauty. They create philosophies, and religion disappiers.
The pundit, the scholar, the theologian, is the enemy of religion.
So remember it: you are not getting initiated into a certain religion: you are getting initiated into just religiousness.
It is vast, immense, unbounded – it is like the whole sky.
Even the sky is not the limit, so open your wings without any fear. This whole existence belongs to us: this is our temple, this is our scripture. Less than that is man-made, manufactured by man. Where it is manufactured does not matter much – beware of manufactured religions so that you can know the true, which is not man-made. And it is available in the trees, in the mountains, in the rivers, in the stars – in you, in people that surround you – it is available.”

Reference

Osho (2000) “The Autobiography of a spiritually incorrect mystic”. New York: Osho International Foundation, p.172-173

 
To all the leaders or educators I have a few questions:

How can you teach religion without being religious?
How can you teach poetry without seeing the ocean, the trees, the flowers?
How can you teach language without speaking the language?
How can you be a mother without being a child?
How can you see the sky without flying?
How can you be without being?

In line with Osho’s extract – a divine expression of the soul.

Transcription of Akim Funk Buddha‘s lyric:

“I’m wonderin’ when the madness will end, cz it makes no sense.
dense times, stupid crimes.
you can go for yours and I can get mine.
everything was FINE before it was DEFINED.
following the leader – then you’ll always be behind.
are you blind? are YOU blind?”

Poetic Lyric

be water

You will never know who I am because whatever I am in your eyes is simply not who I am. To know who I am you gotta empty yourself and let energy flow to you….only then will you be pervaded by a feeling of infinity and plurality. A feeling of love.

I am nothing, because I am everything.
I am everything you cannot see, hear or touch.

I am what I am not.
Indefinable.

You cannot see me because I am not.
Shapelessness, formlessness.
You can not hear me because I do not speak.
Soundless. Silence.
You cannot touch me because I do not move.

I fly.
I am everywhere.

I am energy.
Energy in motion.
Vibration.

I kiss you
and you vibrate.

Loving.
Endless motion.
Water.

Poetic-Lyric
Note:
The ‘I’ in this poem is only linguistic since the ‘I’ does not exist.
Only energy exists.
Energy and its vibrational power.

 

a whole new world

Every time I watch Aladdin my heart stops.
The picture I chose is the transmogrification of my lyrics into visual.
One heart beat – One life.These lyrics are the voice of my soul during a simple walk on the road…

aladine jasmine

On a bright autumn day
as I walk on the road
I see the colours of the sky: red, orange, yellow…
and I live the smells of the street
intense, yet delicate – surreal.
Ethereal.
It’s a whole new world.

I feel the breeze. I see the colours
and I walk until I reach the horizon.
Then I touch the sky…
Infinity has begun.
It’s a whole new world
written in my soul
chanted by the birds.

As I walk
I can’t take my eyes off the sky…

I’d like to ask you…

Take my hand and come with me for a ride
fly with me to the sky
through the rainbow
along the stars.

Can you see the wonder?

a floral scent guiding us
into nowhere…
and we fly and touch everywhere.
It’s a whole new world.
Ethereal.

Poetic-Lyric

real men got no character

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When I talk about something I express it with all myself. My response is always very intense. Then people ask me “Are you against this? Are you for this?” and I reply: “I am against nothing and for nothing. I just love life”. They try to categorize me according to what I say. It is simply not possible to categorize anything. Not me, not you, not him, not her. Nobody and nothing. Everything is just so pure. It has its unique colour. The moment you categorize it, label it, organize it, it simply loses its colour, its flavour. Its essence.

Yes, I love life in all its subtle ways. I love every moment of it and I love living every feeling that arises inside of me intensely. I love feeling my feelings and living them. It’s life’s gift for me.
Every experience is a unique sensation. It can be hunger, thirst, kissing, falling in love, crying for love, grieving,….any feeling.
I love LIVING.
I love living passionately.
I love living poetically.
When I see the blue sky, the moonlight and the heavy rain…is when poetry caresses me – it’s like a butterfly stroking my skin gently with her wings. Poetry.

Osho never stops impressing me!
He describes what I feel so well. Every time I find myself reading his books I keep nodding and nodding.
Smiling and smiling.

“Any man who is really alive has no character. He cannot have a character. Character is always dead – a dead structure around you, carried over from the past, the past experience. If you act out of your character, you don’t act at all; you simply react. You don’t respond. Response is immediate: life creates a situation, a challenge, and you respond. You respond out of your being, with no centre, with no conclusion. Not trough the past; herenow comes the response – pure, virgin.
That discipline I appreciate. That discipline I love. But any other discipline that you force yourself into, that you practise, is dangerous. That is going to kill you. That’s how many people are already dead – their discipline has killed them” (Osho 1994, 156-157).

Poetic-Lyric

Reference

Osho 1994, From Medication to Meditation, The C W Daniel Company LTD, Great Britain pp.156-157.