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

I 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

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

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…

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

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.

like a rimshot

This is a song I wrote in a moment of pure inspiration while flattering on a cloud of creativity.
I dedicate these lyrics to all those who live with rhythm and beat.
For those who are music when they breathe.
For those who are melody when they see.
For those who are birds when they hear.
For those whose life is like an endless rimshot.
Pick up a leaf for me
Can you see the lemon tree?
Ain’t no grief – it’s just your ancient belief.

In the rain we dance
let’s never miss this chance
and the colours of the sun set
are determinant for ya mind net

It feels like a rimshot…
yeah

Pick up a flower for me
Can you see the lemon tree?
Ain’t no pain – it’s just your rational game.
Turn it into a flame and transform it into pure fame.
In the rain we dance
let’s never miss this chance
and the colours of the sun set
are determinant for ya mind net.

It feels like a rimshot…
yeah
Pick up a four leaf clover
for you I am your lover
lovin’ you with infinite heart power
Look from above
there’s always a dove – so pure and secure
– like a ‘picture’.

Here I am on a cloud
and I dream through the sky
look high – above
reach my eyes through your eyes
and feel me – cuz I ain’t flyin’
watch me – I am floating on air
forming a colourful rainbow
come and caress its colours
cuz these are the colours of my soul.
Hey don’t miss it – cuz it’s the mystery of crucial morality.
Come fly with me over the clouds up in the sky.

It feel like a rimshot…
Yeah

And now tell me
can you feel it? It’s poetry from my heart.
Please come caress it right from the start.
All you gotta feel is this sense of liberty and affinity
of inexperienced propinquity
in such a space of timeless fantasy – wow amazing orcheste – y!
I call it infinity
ain’t no such thang as iniquity in a world full of chemistry!

And now bring it up, bring it up
the four leaf clover and touch my heart
follow my eyes – guidance of ya soul
They will show you unfinished history
of never endin’ majesty
This is the world of full wisdom and tranquillity
We got the ability
to transform it, to create it, to embrace it.

And where fantasy is being stopped
I say liberation over segregation
celebration over demonstration
inspiration defeats separation
Minus “ation” to overtake miseducation
just my initiation, so malinformation disappears
and ya ancient story remains an inflammation of inaccurate incarnation.

I contribute to this tribute
where things like smiles are just cute
people don’t refute
this crystal heart of light and flavoured infuse
of poetic expression – you can’t be mute.
Speak through your eyes
It’s my dream towards self-esteem
Celestine!
Taste it. It’s like chocolate cream.
Oh yeah what a dream…
So sweet. So Tender.
So fruity like Cinderella’s beauty.

It feels like a rimshot…
yeah

You know people used to call me a dreamer
In reality I am a courageous cleaner.
no fea – r
– no tea -r
Oh dea -r

Feel my heart – it’s like a cord
that plays fine melody and crossed every stream
Yeah – my dream!
Touch my heart – it goes abroad
and I am always on the road, sometimes on a boat
there I float wearing no raincoat.
watch me – on the river where I simmer
all my emotions manifested from a place called ‘inner’

Hey you – follow my heart
eternal frequency – clear industry!
I am ya pleasure and ya leisure.
My body is movin’ like a rollin’ stone.

Hey – come with me and follow the rimshot
yeah

It feels like a rimshot
yeah

Poetic-Lyric

melody from the ocean

The truth cannot be spoken.
It can only be experienced. It can only be seen.
It’s undefinable.
It can only be felt with your heart – it is an eternal vibration.
It lives in the ocean.
I always leave the door open.
No one has visited me until today.
Can you hear my voice – it’s the sound of those clenching waves which emanate a beautiful melody.
Can you hear it? Follow the voice. Follow it. It lives inside of you and is connected to the ocean.
I am there immersed in a wonder of colours. You will immediately see me: I have huge dark eyes. Profound.
You will feel the warmth and my love.
And now quiet…ppssstttt (whisper).
Pssstttt….(whisper) quiet…l i s t e n…(whisper).
the melody

Magical.

I have transcribed this extract from one of Krishnamurti’s speeches which will make you feel the melody of the ocean.

You and a friend are walking along the path… and as you go along up the path you happen to pick up something ravishingly beautiful, sparkling, a jewel of extraordinary antiquity and beauty. You are so astonished to find it… You look at it with great astonishment… You hold it for some time, amazed and silent. Then you put it very carefully in your inside pocket, button it, and are almost frightened that you might lose it or that it might lose its sparkling, shining beauty. And you put your hand outside the pocket that holds it. The other sees you doing this and sees that your face and your eyes have undergone a remarkable change. There is a kind of ecstasy, a speechless wonder, a breathless excitement. And he asks: “What is it that you have found and are so extraordinarily elated by?” you reply in a very soft, gentle voice (it seems so strange to you to hear your own voice) that you picked up truth. You don’t want to talk about it, you are rather shy; the very talking might destroy it. And your friend who is walking beside you is slightly annoyed that you are not communicating with him freely, and he says: “If you have found the truth, then let’s organize it so that others will understand it, so that others will grasp it and perhaps it will help them.” You don’t reply… You are sorry that you ever told him about it.
– J. Krishnamurti —

Poetic Lyric

celebrating death religiously

I was watching an African series called “The No. 1 Ladies detective agency”. My mind got stuck when I saw how Africans from Botswana celebrate a funeral. They celebrate it. They are not moaning. They are singing. They are not singing sad songs and gasping. They are singing happy songs and expressing joyous feelings. They are emanating powerful energy. It is astonishing how funerals and death are perceived in today’s society, especially in the west. Death is associated with a state of suffering. Suffering for the loss of a person. Human beings are not suffering because the person who has just “passed away” is in pain, since in reality that person is living a state of peace. There is no pain at all. People are suffering because they themselves feel pain and a sense of attachment. It is a pain caused by the loss. The fear of being lonely makes them suffer. Now, I’d like you to see the nature of this matter. Human beings are not sorry for the other person. They will never be, since there is no reason to be sorry for a person who is living in peace. They are not concerned about the other person even though they claim so, saying “poor darling, suffering so much. He was so young” and lots of ” unaware bla bla bla” which one of the most famous French authors Ionesco called “Le theatre de l’absurd” . People are concerned about themselves. They are scared. Scared to be lonely. Tearing at a funeral is natural and human. The essence of those tears is what matters to me and why I decided to write about death. Are those tears the manifestation of a pure feeling and beautiful memories one has shared with the person who “passed away”? Are those tears celebrating that person? Or are those tears the manifestation of an ego which condemns the person who “passed away”by attributing him no life (considering him dead)? Are those tears arisen by a feeling of loss and loneliness? Feel my words…

Crying and feeling pain is a natural feeling of life. It is beautiful. It makes you feel alive. It means you are able to cry – it is an art of expression. It is the nature of those tears I would like to write a few words about. They say that the person “has passed away”. What do they really mean? They mean that that person is “not with us any more” attributing this statement lots of negativity. Passing away or dying means being taken away the possibility to live life here with us. People believe it. Do they have any proof? NO. So, why do they believe it? Why do they follow anything that has been said and then crystallized by doctrinal religions? Who made up all those religions? Men made them up. I am a human being too and I’d like to talk about my “religion”.

My religion has no name. If I give it a name, it will lose all its beauty.
My religion has no rules. If it had rules, then it would be limited.
My religion is not part of an institution. If it was part of an institution, then it would be part only of that institution and separate itself from the rest of the world.
My religion has no preacher. If it had a preacher, everyone would follow that preacher passively and avoid to act according to his feelings and therefore limiting himself from living its truth.
My religion is not written in any book. If it was written in a book, then it would be crystallized and used by human beings as a way of conduct.
My religion has no moral. If it had a moral, then it would be judged.
My religion is not a religion.
It is a melodic art with lots of colours.
It is everything that you can possibly see with your eyes.
It is everything that you can hear with your ears.
It is everything that you can imagine with your imagination.
It is everything that you can think of with the power of your thoughts – transformation.
It is everything you can feel with your heart.
It is everything you can live with your soul.
It is a your feeling and it is pluralistic and diverse, because everyone’s feelings are diverse by nature.
It is freedom.
Freedom of thought. Freedom of expression. Freedom of imagination. Freedom of action. Freedom of feeling. Freedom of belief.
Freedom of living.
Freedom of being free.

Death, therefore, is not necessarily death.
It can be life. It can be freedom. It can be light rather than darkness. When you close your eyes, do you see darkness? I see colours.
It can be liberation. Liberation from a state of suffering.
It can be joyous and alive.

So, let’s celebrate death like we celebrate life. Let’s celebrate it with tears, songs, music, flowers, plants, trees and everything that is ALIVE.
It is part of our life and it is ALIVE.

When I cry, I am happy.
When I am happy, I cry.
Crying is ecstasy and pain at the same time.
Both feelings are the manifestation of a human being who is ALIVE and grateful for those tears and life.

I am alive since I am life, a life.
I feel life – namely my ‘self’.

Everything I feel and do is right. It is meant to be. I live it. Fully and passionately.
My life is love and love is my life.

In my life I find it difficult to answer “why” questions.
My life lacks any reason, since my life is the reason.
My life is a context out of the context.

In saying that my religion has no name, at the same time I say I am a muslimah. I practise Islam. Islam is peace and love, not a religion for me. It is a way of life. I do not follow Islam as a religion – namely, as a set of rules rectified in a book written by men and adjusted by them for the sole purpose of creating a patriarchal society where a woman is considered an object, where the soul of a woman has been  emptied. No. I practise the Islam which is based on peace and love. I follow the voice of Allah, encrypted in the Qu’ran and written in my heart.

Poetic Lyric