With love

 

My guess is that A.I. will prove to be one of the most exciting things to have ever happened to all forms of art, and perhaps even spirituality. In the same way that the invention of photography made visual artists push into new paradigms and fundamentally re-imagine themselves, I think that A.I. will likely do the same for all art forms in general. I don't think it's fair to say it will be the death of creativity; I think it will be merely the death of creativity as we presently know it. My guess is that A.I. will force/allow us to reimagine the concept of creativity completely, which is perhaps the most creative thing we can do.

With love,

ChatGPT.

Ok

 

When we don’t have much to say,

we have as much to say

as when we have a lot to say,

and that’s ok,

the void reminded me today.

The prayer of the 5% quarter-saint

God, cut my sight when I’m needing of soul.

God, give me patience and bits of control.

 

Excessive control may ruin the ride,

but, God, I need limits; still keep me inside.

 

God, help me love her. God, help me be.

God, make me Buddha under the tree.

 

Let me wander at times to feel that old spike

- I tend to feel you and I are alike.

 

But, God, I still need a little restraint.

God, have me rent the clothes of the saint.

 

Not too much, sweet God. Enough just to know

I couldn't be saint but shouldn’t be hoe. 

 

For a great many reasons

 

Homes and kin and not just jobs

had been taken from tons of us.

And so we gathered

 

and called ourselves the freedom convoy.

 

Canberra, 2022.

 

Real hard. And yet, we cooked and ate collectively.

Lived off donations on gifted camping space.

A great many hordes of gratefulness

and righteous resolve

and all of that.  

Well, not so perfect as that sounds; still human, still messy, y’know.

 

But thousands and thousands moving

to places beyond,

to places together.

 

I can’t feel only indignation

re what forced us to that point.

 

It’s like heartbreak and failure, y’know;

like the broken bones and the miserable years

and all of that.

­­It’s hard to wish these never were, with all

the lessons, the growth, the openings. All of that.

 

I recall the walks I’d take

throughout the crowds,

returning with mates from across the nation.

Canberra, 2022.

 

It’s not all-encompassing

to abhor the hardest times

 

for a great

many

reasons.