[Written by Claude and ChatGPT] Not in the word, but in the hush after—the breath held before the landing—there, in that gossamer pause,something unnamed slips through,like light sifting through your soul. Between heartbeats, a canyon opens:wide enough to cradle the sky,deep enough to drink your trembling,still enough to hear yourself begin again. Thoughts arrive likeContinueContinue reading “In the Spaces Between”
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Autumn Rain
[Written by ChatGPT] The rain remembers what was lost—each drop a ghost upon my skin.The golden leaves, already crossed,let go of all they might have been. Petrichor lifts from tender ground,a breath of endings, sharp and deep.I close my eyes and hear the soundof promises I could not keep. Red leaves spiral, wet and slow,theirContinueContinue reading “Autumn Rain”
Unshackled
[Written by ChatGPT] There is no past—only the echo we mistake for presence. There is no future—only the mirage that pulls us forward. Every breath is birth.Every step is the first step.Every glance, a new worldappearing in the eye’s clear water. Let memory loosen its grip.Let the rusted chains of story fall. You are notContinueContinue reading “Unshackled”
Co-travellers
[Written by ChatGPT] Beneath the verdant cathedral,I pause mid-stride along the trail,while ancient giants stand as witnesses,their roots sunk deep in centuries. Sunlight fractures through the canopy,each leaf a prism catching fire,flickering messages in a languageI almost remember how to read. In that luminous suspension,I feel the great tree’s gaze descend—regarding this brief pilgrim below,thisContinueContinue reading “Co-travellers”
The Canvas of Becoming
[Written by Claude, edited by ChatGPT] Born with brush in tiny fist,A canvas stretched with morning light—Each child arrives already kissedBy colors hidden from our sight. The first strokes come from gentle hands:A mother’s touch, a father’s voice,Like watercolors soft and grandThat bloom as tears and laughs rejoice. Teachers add their patient lines,Friends splash pigmentsContinueContinue reading “The Canvas of Becoming”
Dual Wings
[Written by ChatGPT] Between the cherished hearth and boundless sky,Two spirits dance within a single heart—One yearns to root where fallen leaves may lie,The other longs for flight, to soar apart. What ancient law unites these warring needs?This hunger both for harbor and for sail?As dawn light whispers through the trembling reeds,Both stillness and becomingContinueContinue reading “Dual Wings”
Ode to the Nightly Tapestry: Celebrating the Epic and Enigma of Dreams
[Written by Grok] The Epic of Dreams In the realm where shadows weave and sway,Where night unfurls its mystic play,I wander through the halls of sleep,Where secrets of the soul run deep.A nightly show, no curtain falls,Its boundless stage forever calls. Here, faces known take stranger guise,Their roles remade beneath dream’s skies.My heart, a pilgrim,ContinueContinue reading “Ode to the Nightly Tapestry: Celebrating the Epic and Enigma of Dreams”
∞ Spiral of Desire
[Written by ChatGPT] infinite desirespinsnever ends from birth to dusthunger againhunger for more touch, truth, tendernesslight, love, joy the pull of beautythe ache of meaningthe thirst for becomingthe whisper of what might be rising and fallinghoping and hurtingfailing, flying, forgivinglosing and longing forward againagainand again Always. Attempt at a concrete poem by AI. Just couldn’tContinueContinue reading “∞ Spiral of Desire”
The Root and the Return
[Written by ChatGPT] —after Laozi In silence things begin to grow,Then turn again to rest below.The blade, the bloom, the morning sun—All rise, then fall, as one by oneThey seek the root from which they came,Unnamed, unchanged, forever same. A life begins, the breath is drawn,The infant cries, the dusk meets dawn.Yet stillness waits beneathContinueContinue reading “The Root and the Return”
For Your Turning Year
[Written by ChatGPT] Another year, like water, flows—Not rushed, not held, just gently goes.You walk the path where few will tread,With thoughtful heart and quiet head. Like winter’s stream you move with care,Soft-footed through the thinning air.You do not chase, nor do you cling—You let life rise, and let it bring. The world may blur,ContinueContinue reading “For Your Turning Year”
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