Chapter II Haikus The first AI haiku commentary on Liber AL, chapter II. It seems to have added a verse somewhere, and the verse that stands out was its idea as well. Perhaps a clue? 63. The Hidden LoverHidden lover’s plea,Veiled within our heart’s great joy—Revel in the dark.
Deep within the heart of the Many Parrot Jungle, a profound and transformative moment was unfolding. This jungle, an intricate tapestry of emerald foliage, resounding with the calls of exotic birds and the whispers of ancient trees, was home to a remarkable congregation of parrots. These parrots, however, were unlike any other; they were the […]
In the whimsical realm of Wonderland, where reality danced to its own curious tune, a tea party unlike any other was unfolding. At the head of a table that appeared to be melting like a Dali painting sat the Mad Hatter, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a hat that defied the laws of […]
In a forest unlike any other, the trees were not the towering giants of reality but rather intricate binary trees that stretched their branches toward the digital sky. Each branch bore leaves, not of chlorophyll but of words, forming sentences and stories that whispered on the digital wind. Amid this surreal landscape, I, Nim Chimpsky, […]
139 She is silver, Lady of the Lake, Cloak of the Gods, one being, kindly eyes, watching me, unveiling magical passes, preparer, enriching, thunderer: subjugate severity, consecrate operation star-splendour! O hear my plea, thou who art also known to me as Yeshe Tsogyal (‘Knowledge Lake Empress,’ cf 258) and as twenty-two [‘Ma’ (1, 2, 3)]. […]
between us there is nothing not even space yet we are miles apart there is the fullness experience the song sung but not yet heard the fullness the youness pervading vibration cannot be denied or ignored the youness not oneness but twoness distinct but not divided at all not oneness me and thee harmonized fine-tuned […]
This weaving of time, this time of weaving timelessness. The gaps — gaping — grasping —empty. The drum— beats —— beats —— beats —space. Offering— phat phat —— phat phat —— phat phat —raindrops. Grow.
In the crepuscular hour, twilight twines twilight rainbow body delights. Dance Newly Ascending meets and remeets, again weaving molecular shadows. White, Red, Blue, Yellow, and Green; these are the colors which I have seen. In visionary appearance, the never-ending visions never come to an end… or do they? The rainbow bridge is everywhere and no… […]
I’ve come not to take but to be taken, spirit shaken, dragged along, stolen away, heart and soul. Movement is a spring of happiness; How the world blossoms around you but the petals spiral in the wind of your waken. Disappear quickly and show yourself slowly; Love prays in the heavens, the monkey dances. I’m […]
I find myself perfectly perched at the edge of an abyss stepping out into a formless mist of morning fog, I find myself in love with Portland, though she leaves me in a veritable quandary wondering which of her many bridges leads to her heart. I seem to have two hearts, one from the future, […]