Humans can know so little,
we can barely hold two things inside,
i choose love and life,
with learning all the time,
always picking up the little things,
i always leave behind.
Such fragile little things we are,
physically, emotionally and spiritually,
just think how easily your bones break,
or how easily another your faith take.
But love, we can be mighty in that,
if we can avoid prides evil trap.
I love to search i love to wonder,
the little things i stare and ponder,
the last butterfly of autumn landed on my arm,
and for ten minutes with its beauty,
it span a yarn.
Beauty is found everywhere!
Just open your eyes and see awe!
May we be blessed to understand
the words of Leszek Kolakowski
Who understood how teaching history
could take a country far….
We learn history, he said,
not in order to know how to behave…
or how to succeed…
but to better know who we are.
Teach them how to discern and learn,
Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn.
Teaching them just content, they learn it your way.
Teach them the process of learning today,
You give them a lifetime of learning every day.
Whichever pathway you decide to choose,
They’ll always be lessons and lots of clues.
On every pathway, lessons will exist,
Finding truth will require that you persist.
Walking a path, does not learning assure.
Takes more than presence, learning to secure.
From your doubt you ask, “why aren’t I learning?”
Lacking desire, the internal burning.
In the present, let the path do its part.
Clear your mind, listen, and follow your heart.
The answers you’re seeking come from inside,
Consider each option then you decide.
Lessons will surely come as you travel,
Allowing the complex to unravel.
Take the complex and make it simplistic,
Lessons learned will seem realistic.
Sarah's need for order
Marcus's wild imagination
Aisha's emotional intelligence
Thomas's critical thinking
Bonding occurs
through shared purpose:
"We sink or swim together"
Reactions happen
when elements combine:
conflict ? resolution
confusion ? clarity
individual ? collective
Sometimes unstable:
egos clash
free riders coast
personalities repel
But when balanced:
synergy emerges
1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 8
The compound created
is stronger than
any single element,
more complex
than the sum
of its parts.
Teacher as chemist:
mixing carefully,
monitoring reactions,
adjusting pH
of power dynamics,
adding catalyst
of common goals,
ensuring every atom
has its place
in the molecule
of learning.
In chambers of the mind, we store each day,
Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy.
What matters most will never fade away.
The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray,
First bicycle, first book, beloved toy
In chambers of the mind, we store each day.
Not facts alone, but how they came to stay:
The teacher's smile, the moment of deploy
What matters most will never fade away.
Through neural corridors, memories replay,
Some bright as copper, some we can't employ.
In chambers of the mind, we store each day.
The brain selects what's worthy of display:
Love, laughter, fear, emotions that employ
What matters most will never fade away.
So when we teach, we must find ways to weigh
Not just content, but context to enjoy.
In chambers of the mind, we store each day,
What matters most will never fade away.
Autumn leaves
fall slow
a child's questions
left hanging
in digital silence.
My fingers trace
letters that will not
hold still
b becomes d
was becomes saw
help becomes
nothing.
The maple outside
my bedroom window
drops one red leaf,
then another,
marking time
the old way.
Mom's phone buzzes:
Car arriving in 3 minutes
Pizza en route
Package delivered.
But no alert sounds
for the moment
understanding
slips away
from me.
No GPS tracks
the distance
between
what I know
and what
I need to know
to keep up
with Sarah, Asha
and Ahmed
and everyone else
who makes reading
look easy.
The tree empties
itself
of summer.
My note
book
empties
itself
of answers
I cannot find.
Both of us wait
for spring,
for someone
to notice
the silence
growing
inside me
in all this
bright, connected
noise.
I stand with the world in my hands,
Not because I own it,
But because I believe
A better world begins with me.
One step, I walk a quiet road,
Learning life, one lesson at a time.
Another step, I climb a hill,
Chasing dreams that feel too high.
Behind me is the man I was,
Before me is the man I will be.
In this moment, I am both—
Still, strong, and full of light.
The map may glow,
But it’s the heart that guides.
Through dark paths or golden skies,
I keep walking. I keep trying.
I don’t know all the answers,
But I carry hope like a flame.
Because no matter how far I go,
This journey has my name.
Each passing day puts on display
a puzzle piece of jigsaw soul.
Providing parts to add to hearts,
from halfway done to fully whole.
The bygone years are souvenirs,
the trinkets of a time gone by;
though caked with rust, dried blood, and dust,
they stain, then fade, but never die.
The decades roll and ring a toll
for lessons taught but slowly learned.
Experience, with common sense,
shall grow, rebuilding bridges burned.
The wisdom found on weathered ground
repays, with interest, youthful debt.
Each piece a shred, profusely bled,
but, joined as one, a finished set.
Through the waning years, we experience so much—
The highs, the lows, and the path in between.
The loss of friends and family cuts deep,
And heartbreak clouds the mind with grief.
The failures we face, the mountains we can't climb,
To find our true selves is the puzzle we’re born to solve.
The burdens we carry, the rivers we wade—
All part of the path we were meant to seek.
Our greatest strength can be our worst weakness,
And to truly walk our path, we must learn to walk again.
As we rediscover who we are,
We must start anew—
Clear our minds of guilt and shame,
Mend our broken hearts,
Rekindle our soul.
Learning to walk again
Means opening the gates of the mind,
Roaming free where the heart dares to lead.
Never fear trying.
Never fear failing.
Failure teaches the best lessons of all.
Let your soul live,
Feel your heart beat.
Keep your smile—hold your head high.
You never know what lies ahead.
A spark ignites, a question form,
A curious mind that breaks the norms.
It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still.
A restless fire, a growing will,
From page to thought, from thought to deed,
It learns not just to know, but lead.
Mistakes are steps, not cause of fear.
Each stumble makes the vision clear.
Observe, reflect, connect, and create.
The mind evolves at every gate.
Through wonder, work and reflection,
We built the bridge to education.
No walls confine, no chains restrain,
A learning mind breaks every chain.
For knowledge is not just a notation,
Its life itself, a mind in motion.
When your life is ripped apart by loss,
each minute seems to last a lot longer
and it takes great concentration to do basic
human tasks that should come naturally
learning to breathe again without paying
specific attention to filling your lungs with air
and pushing it out again, takes so much
out of you when your world tilts on it's axis
Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time,
mixing colors
messing with structures,
feeling it's designs between your fingers.
All five of them.
And then delicately stroking its surface with the others,
learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough,
and that the difference between them defines beauty.
It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin,
and seeing van Gogh and Picasso
in the lines that separate red and yellow.
Really, it's just like being a kid again,
and experiencing the awe of simplicity,
the excitement of creativity,
and the gravity of curiosity
She says she likes me, yet I don't like myself
I've yet to be the man of my dreams, yet such to aspire
Not one to keep promises to himself
The one without peace behind his eyes, an unquenched fire.
Waking up unproud of the way of life, wishing to go higher
Yet she likes who I am, while I ache for who I could be,
And some days, that gap feels like failure, a longing to rewire
She sees a light I've yet to earn by my own standards, I can't retire
Perhaps that's what love truly is, a quiet conspire,
Not to wait for someone to arrive, not only for when things are dire,
But believing in them while still on their way, like building an empire
Maybe becoming isn't about being ready first, no need to perspire
Becoming is rising, its chasing desire,
for Someone who sees who you fully before yourself, are the true inspire
May be the best motivation to become what they know you are; you may now retire.
Life
good days
and bad days.
Days to recall,
days I will forget.
I have learned much from life.
Many friends stay forever,
some break your heart along the way.
We grow learning more about ourselves,
life is fun, hard and many times painful.
As many keep saying life must go on,
days turning into weeks then to years.
We ask where did all the time go?
Time and life seem to be friends,
as walking hand and hand.
As I sit I wait,
enjoying time.
Cool breeze with-
old dreams,
End.
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