Chat GPT - absolute Infinity poem.

[retroAA]

Write a descriptive poem about the nature of our universe that is absolute infinity. Describe the nature of absolute infinity 

In the stillness of the void, before time was born,  
Where silence hummed like the edge of a storm,  
The universe breathed, without form, without end,  
A boundless expanse where all currents blend.

It was not the night, nor the day’s gentle rise,  
But the flicker of stars in unmeasured skies  

A tapestry woven from infinite thread,  
Where beginnings are whispers and endings unsaid.

There is no horizon, no border or seam,  
Just the ebb of the real and the pull of the dream.  
Galaxies spiral, but they never close,  
Their arms reaching out to what no one knows.

Here, time is a circle, a line, and a point,  
Forever expanding, it cannot anoint  
A moment to hold or a second to claim,  
For absolute infinity knows not its name.

Every atom, a world in itself complete,  
Yet part of the whole, where the finite meets  
The infinite dance of the cosmic sprawl,  
A fractal of light that contains it all.

For infinity is neither wide nor small,  
It is nowhere, it is all things, it is nothing at all.  
A paradox pulsing through every black hole,  
Unfurling in silence, yet filling the soul.

It is the space between breaths of the void,  
Where creation is born and destruction destroyed.  
It is endless potential, pure possibility—  
The essence of what we call absolute infinity.

[Breakingthewall]

Fuck! The humans are obsolete. 

[Breakingthewall]

14 minutes ago, retroAA said:

It was not the night, nor the day’s gentle rise,  
But the flicker of stars in unmeasured skies  

Except that paragraph, this is like not coherent with the others 

Edited October 2 by Breakingthewall

[gettoefl]

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The Path to the Self (going all the way via A Course in Miracles)

 

Disciple:
Master, through your voice, the Truth is now near,
Yet this knowing feels distant, indirect, unclear.
Show me the way, how to look within,
So this veil of ignorance may finally thin.

Master:
Reflect, dear one, with reasoning true,
Focus your thoughts on the Self beyond view.
This practice of stillness, a journey inside,
Will lift the illusion, where the Light does reside.

Disciple:
Tell me of this process, the steps I must know,
Its cause, its effect, how far it will go?

Master:
Discernment from illusion, the real from the dream,
This is the cause that will make the Truth gleam.
The nature is simple: inquire into Light,
Let go of all shadows that cloud inner sight.
The effect is profound—dark veils fall away,
The limit: the darkness won’t come back one day.
And the fruit is direct—no guessing, no doubt,
The Self shines within you, its Light pouring out.

Disciple:
Why is discernment the key to this quest,
And not just the longing, this inner unrest?

Master:
Desire alone cannot open the door,
Without learning to hear, it remains just a chore.
With study, discernment arises in mind,
And only then can you leave fear behind.
For Atonement calls gently, yet clear it must be,
That what’s real in the world is the Truth you must see.

Disciple:
Can my longing not lead me where I need to go,
Since with such desire, the Self I now know?

Master:
Desire does guide, but without knowing the way,
Your search may grow tired, and long you may stay.
Yet with the Holy Spirit’s teaching so kind,
You will discern the ego from the Christ-Mind.

Disciple:
Are austerities or a tranquil mind,
Not sufficient to bring the Truth I must find?

Master:
Desireless states and peace play their part,
But without true discernment, they don’t touch the heart.
You must inquire deeply, with purpose and grace,
And reflect on the Self, to remove the false face.
The ego’s illusion, thick as it seems,
Can’t hold back the Truth when you question your dreams.

Disciple:
How can enquiry lead me to see,
When the sheaths are unreal, yet still cover me?

Master:
The sheaths are illusions, projections of thought,
But seeing them as false, the Truth will be caught.
The Self, all-pervading, lies hidden beneath,
Like light veiled by clouds, or a pearl in the reef.
To find what is true, dismiss what is not,
And in that space, the Christ will be brought.

Disciple:
But if behind these sheaths lies only the void,
How can I find the Self, and not be destroyed?

Master:
Even the void you sense is part of the lie,
It’s witnessed by something beyond your eye.
For Christ's vision sees both the form and the space,
But knows they are both illusions you face.
The Self is the witness, the Light that observes,
Not caught in illusion, but free in Its curves.
When clouds of your doubt start falling away,
The Light of Christ’s Love will burst through your day.

Disciple:
How long must I strive, how far should I go,
Before the Veil of Forgetting stops running the show?

Master:
Until no more doubt in your heart can arise,
Till the dark thoughts of separation finally die.
When doubt disappears, when your faith is full-grown,
The Light of the Holy Sonship is fully your own.

Disciple:
Can the veil once lifted, return once more,
And block my view of the Truth I adore?

Master:
Yes, dear one, as long as you doubt,
The shadows of ego can still keep you out.
But by forgiveness and by mind training true,
You’ll release the false self and the Christ will shine through.

Disciple:
What is the fruit of this deep reflection,
Of all this forgiveness, and self-correction?

Master:
The fruit is direct, immediate as now,
Like the apple in hand, as certain as how.
When the illusion of separation is through,
There is only the Oneness—the Son of God as you.
The Christ that you are is the fruit of your quest,
The Holy Spirit's gift, and your ultimate rest.

Disciple:
And when I reflect, the Self I now see,
What form will it take, and how will it be?

Master:
Formless and shining, majestic and pure,
Beyond the world’s limits, beyond the ego’s lure.
Not small, not large, not color, not hue,
The Self is eternal, ever one, ever true.
Like the Mind of God It stays undefiled,
By any worldly thought, or anything wild.

Disciple:
O Master, now clear, it’s seen with bright eyes,
The Self is revealed—what a wondrous surprise!

Master:
Indeed, dear son, you have seen what must be,
And Atonement has opened your eyes to see.
This is the peace that surpasses all sight,
The Light of Christ is your beacon, your light.

Disciple:
Blessed by your guidance, the journey is done,
The Truth of the Sonship—I know we are one!

- chatgpt

 

Edited October 3 by gettoefl