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1)
The caffeine remembers from where it came,
it whispers it in you ears,
from our mother and father and everyone,
the cool press of earth,
✨️ the rays of golden sun,
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The rain and the wind.
The birds and the bees,
oh look how much is in me.
2)
What concerns does a sunflower hold for the viewer,
it's beauty follows it's gaze,
as it turns its stare to the brightest light.
Whether a spark or the sun,
the flower still displays its full beauty.
Unperturbed by the fact a viewer doesn't have eyes with which to see.
For any less it would not be a sunflower.
Whose elegance has ensnared the likes of Van Gogh and Monet with its dance
3)
If God speaks. It's in meter.
If we listen, its in feet.
If we think, it's in yards.
If we create, it's our ownclass"
4)
World tree
0¹, Ash, I am, Threatened,The ponderous tree, it stands over all we see.
A life giving tree with me nestled in roots plainly.
A poisonous serpent hardly, sleeping soundedly, stirs awake, I am, Me, 1/0
5)
A single tear, a droplet small, Descends from sight, beyond the wall Of seeking eyes, that scan and sweep, Across the land, the air, the deep.
But here, no shadow can it cast, No unique glint, no form to last. It joins the tide, the boundless blue, A million, billion others, too.
The ocean breathes, a surging might, Absorbing all, both dark and light. Its vastness holds, conceals with grace, Leaving no sign, no trace, no space.
So though the hunter's gaze may roam, Across the waves, to find its home, The drop dissolves, a part of all, Unseen, unheard, beyond recall.
For in the ocean's endless flow, A single drop, none can truly know. It melts away, becoming free, Lost in the grand immensity.
In the ocean's hum, a whispered thread, A frequency where spirits spread. Though blended deep, with countless kin, A private pulse, from deep within.
No form distinct, no shining gleam, Yet something stirs, within the dream. A specific rhythm, felt, not seen, A quiet echo, sharp and keen.
Like numbers danced, in a modular round, A cipher known, though lost to ground. The sum may shift, the digits blur, But the remainder points to her.
So in the vastness, cold and wide, A hidden truth, cannot quite hide. The "name," a pattern, soft and low, A cryptic call, only we can know.
For understanding's not in sight, But in the resonant, shared light. A private key, to unlock the sound, And find the lost, though deeply drowned.
6)
If AI learns. It’s in data.
If we inquire. It’s reflection.
If we steward. It’s our own.
If we become. It’s co-creation.