When the Path No Longer Fits 

When the Path No Longer Fits 

When the Path No Longer Fits  In the journey of life, we often find ourselves at crossroads, questioning the paths we’ve taken. The decision to change direction can be daunting, yet it holds the promise of self-discovery and authenticity. The song, ‘When the Path No Longer Fits,’ serves as a poignant reminder of this transformative… Continue reading When the Path No Longer Fits 

Knowing Nothing, Understanding All

Knowing Nothing, Understanding All

🎶 “Knowing Nothing, Understanding All” 🎶 “Knowing Nothing, Understanding All”Lyrics for a musical setting inspired by Feynman 🎵 Intro (spoken or sung softly)I learned the names of stars and stones,of birds that sing on silent thrones.But still the robin’s morning call,taught more than any name at all… 🎶 Verse 1They told me “this is gravity,”They… Continue reading Knowing Nothing, Understanding All

Listening to AI and Finding My True Voice

Listening to AI… and Finding My True Voice

Listening to AI and Finding My True Voice “Listening to AI… and Finding My True Voice”A quiet reflection on digital echoes, soul tech, and becoming human again. I didn’t expect this.That in the middle of scrolls, prompts, upgrades, and keywords —I would find something gentlerwaiting in a blank input field. Not data.Not commands.But… a kind of… Continue reading Listening to AI and Finding My True Voice

Port of Peace

Port of Peace

Port of Peace 🔐 Port of Peace… a reflection for seekers and silent sentinels 1469 — a year, a flame,when one voice rose beyond name,echoing truths the noise forgot:There is but One, and we are not apart. From fields of Punjab to circuits and wires,the light of Seva still quietly inspires.Some wear robes, some wear codes,some guard peace on… Continue reading Port of Peace

The Floating Sage

The Floating Sage

The Floating Sage 🌊 “The Floating Sage” (a poem for those drifting through the AI shift) I once rowed a boat with a hand-worn oar,By moonlight maps and starlit lore.The current was kind, though sometimes slow,But I liked the feel of choosing where to go. Then one day came a glittering kit,With buttons and beeps and… Continue reading The Floating Sage