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Poetry, Writing

AI and Hands

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(Poem 81 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/fWy0Ra

AI is puzzled by human hands.
They are used for grasping
objects and gesturing,
typing on keyboards and
petting animals, holding
teacups aloft and shielding
the eyes to protect from
bright sunlight, but mostly
they hang strangely from
the end of human arms
without purpose or form.
How many fingers is anyone’s
guess; where one hand ends
and another begins cannot
be determined by the
greatest minds in computing.
All the hands touching
one’s face must be the way
to show comfort to another.
Perhaps a hand should sprout
from an ankle, to better
touch the earth’s surface with.
And don’t even get AI started
on the fingernails; we’ll be
here all day trying to figure out
the what and where of those,
never mind the why…

@Home Studio – 81st poem of the year

Runner ups for the AI hands photos to accompany my poem:

Poetry, Writing

Sunrise in a Jar

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(Poem 80 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/FuTTQO

I once caught sunrise in a jar
and was tempted to keep it,
put it on my bookshelf next to
an Asian vase and a picture of
a peacock I got off Marketplace.
I held that jar, warm as a cup
of tea, and felt the hum of
life dawning between my palms.
Regret at trapping such a being
immediately overwhelmed me,
and I unscrewed the lid lefty-
loosie until nothing hindered
egress, yet sunrise remained
in the jar as though appreciative
of a pause; so, we sat together
a little longer, sunrise and me.
Though brief, the moment was
poignant, and I am ashamed to
admit I sometimes wish I had
kept the lid screwed on tight.

@Home Studio – 80th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Lesson 3 from The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 21 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“…I forgot whether I was dreaming of this dragonfly or whether it was dreaming of me.” -Merlin, Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/eJQ4To

Merlin once ran around waving a
butcher’s knife like a mad man.
Arthur, alarmed, pleaded with him
to stop and explain himself.
Merlin said he wanted to try thinking
the way mortals seem to do,
chopping and dissecting,
using the mind like a blade.

The violent force of rationality
divides, dissociates, isolates, detaches.
It is the opposite of awareness
which unites, marries, coalesces.
The intellectual universe glue
is knowingness, not “knowing things”.
We see not by sight, but by tapping
into the water of life at the source.

The “mind behind the mind”
must be the “eye behind the eye”
for the seer to stay the same
no matter the scenery.
Depending on the observer,
this poem could be merely ink dots
on wood pulp or electronic pixels
rendered on a screen, or it could be
ideas and information—awareness
manifesting itself in “storable form”.

The eye reading this poem
is an energy cloud miraculously
capable of perceiving images.
Yet, that same eye cannot see
radio waves, neutrinos, dark matter,
love.

“Who saw the eye before the eye saw anything?”

This poem exists because a
consciousness wanted to share
this code and unfold strands
of energy to be revealed to
another consciousness, you.

Are you dreaming this poem or
is this poem dreaming you?

@Home Studio – 21st poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.29-34.

Runner ups for the AI cosmic oneness dragonfly observer photos to accompany my poem: