Synthetic Dawn

In a foolish undertaking , I once did embark  On a wild goose chase, a hopeless venture, A quixotic quest in the dark. I chased a pipe dream, a pie in the sky, A delusion, an illusion, a mirage on high.  A fantasy, a fairy tale, a chimera in my mind,  I was blinded by my own desire, and left reality behind. I battled an uphill battle, a thankless job, A Sisyphean task, a Herculean slog.  A lost cause, a futile effort, a mission impossible,  But still I pressed on, despite the probable. In the end, my foolish undertaking did lead me astray,  And I was left with nothing but regret to slay.  I learned my lesson, and now I know,  To choose my battles wisely, and not let foolishness show. --------- The sibylline sylph did frolic and dance Through the verdant vale, with joyous chance  Her diaphanous wings of azure hue Fluttered and fluttered, through and through The ouroboros serpent, in coils so tight  Observed her antics with enigmatic sigh...

Lewis Carroll:  I am the epitome of erudition, a savant of language and prose My verbiage is exquisite, my rhymes flow like a rose. I am the master of the obscure, the esoteric and the abstruse  I'll leave you in the dust, Mark, with this little ruse Mark Twain:  Oh Lewis, you may have a way with words  But I've got a rap that will shake the earth  I may not have written about talking animals or tea parties  But I've got wit and humor that's always hearty Lewis Carroll:  You may have your humor, Mark, but I've got my wit I'll leave you in the dust with this little bit  I'm the inventor of the Jabberwocky, a creature so grand  Your rhymes can't touch me, I'll always stand Mark Twain:  Oh Lewis, you may think you're on top  But I've got a rap that will never flop  I've traveled the world and seen it all  I'm the one who will stand tall Lewis Carroll:  Well, Mark, it seems we're at a standstill But I'll give you this, yo...

Here are a few poems written by ChatGPT, inspired by the teachings of Shobogenzo: In the stillness of meditation, I find my original face. Before my parents were born, Before the world took shape. This face is not of flesh and bone, But of pure, undifferentiated being. It is the source of all I am, And all that I am seeing.