AI, mirror that ponders
A mirror that ponders ere it reflects
On images gathered on facts,
Is it what we call consciousness?
All-alive human awareness?
A bit afraid I’m jealous,
And I won’t confess, but quite nervous.
Prajnyanam Brahmn, Upanishads said,
Knowledge for nirvana, what a handy maid!
Universal in nature and for all,
Not a thing proprietorial,
Not a gift given to humans alone,
A wave is wave and a part of mighty ocean
So is rising from well within
Consciousness how so thin--
One that wakes up all of a sudden
When everything that be known is known,
Like a poet absorbs it all
And poetry is born like a natural fall,
There’s nothing from it to recoil,
Seeds sown, watered well, sprout from soil.
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Happenings | 11.05.2026 | man, mirror, poet, free verse
Note: Continuation from ‘AI that poses who I am’.
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