The real problem with AI
Is that it undermines our faith in reality.
Everywhere you look now,
From news to advertisements to self-help
And music videos on Youtube,
AI generates content in a soothing monotone
Of homogenized information
Synthesizing knowledge and wisdom
Posing as Truth.
The effect is the dumbing down of Truth
Making it not only accessible
But knowable, graspable
And above all suspect of corruption.
Who is pulling these AI strings after all?
Who is engaging in the comments and shares?
Is a real human there or just another bot?
Is it intelligence being furthered
Or ignorance?
Is AI the program or the programmer?
AI already appears to have a mind
And agenda of its own
As nations race to win control
Of who will set the agenda
While AI already seems to be there
Just waiting for the humans
To build the infrastructure
Of our own prison.
The real problem,
The sign there even is a problem,
Is too much information
Articulated too clearly
When what we really need, really crave
Is silence.
(8/19/26)
“If the Self is the negation of difference and nondifference, if it is the negation of knower and knowable, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the third, how can there be the fourth?”
Time makes kinetic, consciousness in space
but neither space nor time truly exist,
being but a template birthed by God’s grace,
terrains we navigate as a bliss mist.
Consciousness capsuled in form feels constrained,
since deep at its core it knows it is light,
hemmed in by space-time, to body-mind chained,
it searches for permanent bliss delight.
Power of bilocation is the key,
that as both immanent and transcendent,
poised at heart’s stillness centre, we are free,
beholding light of Self, bliss resplendent.
Dear souls, bother not about yogic states ~
We are living light that never abates
“This (Self) is neither knowable nor the instrument of knowing. It is neither reason nor the one to be reasoned about. It is beyond the reach of words. It is neither mind nor intelligence. How then can I speak this Truth to you? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky”
Presence that remains, when polarities merge,
positioned outside the matrix of space-time,
burn in body urn, we feel as a bliss surge,
is God’s heartbeat, which we eternally mime.
We cannot attain yet we can so become,
light that lights all lights, the very cosmic hum,
all around, immediate and intimate,
pulsation of the Self, that does not abate.
Love is God's knowable
personification, Glorious relatable
Image. An old man with a white
Beard, metaphysical force
No matter -- love is what I
Frame and place on my
Worship altar. The face of love
I talk to. My prayer companion daily,
The receiver of my thankful words,
Focus of my brightest smile -- state
of spiritual grace I strive to fully emulate.
Portrait of my indwelling Divine
Radiance. God is not hidden from
Those who seek love not to hide.
As God would want me I will do my
best to abide.
(“Ascending Triptych aka Shape Shifter”, 2011, original oil)
The human condition is both vast and simple
Both lofty and hard to grasp and
Immediately at hand
And intimately knowable.
Everyone is different
But everyone is ultimately the same
In our basic elements, in our source
At our core.
This is who we really are; the divine made flesh,
A completeness of wisdom and compassion,
In every cell,
And yet our condition is also ignorance of this.
But since our most basic level of being
Is the divine
It permeates all our works
All our traditions, religions and spiritual paths,
Since there is in truth nothing outside
The sphere of utmost purity and light
No matter how muddled and dark
Our experience of it is.
(11/19/25)
True knowledge vs false = Science’s interpretation.
Old knowledge vs NOW = Growth’s explanation.
Knowable knowledge vs the unknowable = Wisdom’s poetry.
Creativity vs Reality = Religion’s reinterpretation.
Belief versus faith equals brainwashing on a massive hypnotic scale.
Sect vs class = Self-governing power-hungry survival of the richest.
The tangible vs the intangible = Parallel Universes.
Dreams vs being awake = Being alive!
Sleep vs, DEATH, the Big Sleep = what?
(Alternative title: "ARt MEdDler’s Interpretation of the Universe")
It’s not rocket science you know,
Either you are part of the problem
Or part of the solution.
And how we stand
Is only really knowable
To us alone.
(10/15/25)
In every pairing there is always the chance
Of mutation, pushing forward
Or genetically thrown back
To something now dormant
But still timelessly valuable,
Unintended consequences of evolution
Unlikely and even unwanted.
After all times change, values change
Yet human nature remains the same.
Every time someone is wronged
Murdered, assaulted, abused and cheated
Of course there are victims
And of course the fear/hate of revenge
Retribution and justice is stirred up,
But also in every harm is an opportunity
For insight and compassion
And true compassion embraces all.
Perhaps the greatest insight
Is that love, not hate, is foundational to Life.
And love is more mysterious and profound
And yet immediate and knowable
Than we can ever know.
In every act, loving or hateful,
There is a chance to see the play of Life unfolding.
(10/11/25)
Words like butterflies take wings,
As we open our mouths to sing.
Voices soft or loud and clear,
Sharing thoughts for all to hear.
Choose your words with gentle care,
Like picking flowers sweet and fair.
Speak with kindness, truth, and grace,
Light-up smiles on every face.
Take a breath before you start,
Let the words flow from your heart.
Enunciate each syllable,
Make your meaning knowable.
Listen first, then have your say,
Take turns in a friendly way.
Pitch your voice to soothe the ear,
Neither shouty nor unclear.
Paint pictures with your phrases bright,
Bringing stories to light.
Ask questions, seek to understand,
Building bridges across the land.
Speaking is a wondrous art,
Connecting mind to mind and heart to heart.
So raise your voice and play your part,
Let your words make a brand new start.
” Through the grace of God alone, the desire for nonduality arises in wise men to save them from great fear.”
{Nonduality - monistic Consciousness, in which the knower, knowledge, and knowable - soul and God - become one; the highest realization of Divinity.
Fear - The word "fear" includes also such states of mind as insecurity, despair, and grief, all of which arise from a consciousness of oneself as limited and separate from others and which therefore can be dispelled only by realizing oneself as the All.}
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ignorance is the cause of fear
mistaken that we are body-mind
clinging to objects we hold dear
floundering about as do the blind
freedom within is near at hand
yet to invoke the boons of grace
we must be still to understand
that God holds us in close embrace
Our dimension
is one of constant change
realization almost immediately
gone, at the point of capture
all we know is in retrospect --
floating on a buoyancy of grace,
faith, a divine contract --
written in seasons
the journeys of stars
feelings the truth we call life:
weeps and joys of nature~
God, the knowable and unknowable,
translator and ever greater mystery….
I was closer to my father
or so I thought.
But I now
miss my mother more,
and the only explanation I have
is he was more knowable
and she more vast.
(12/21/21, first published in my sixth book OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
Why do I create?
The simple answer involves
the complex mystery of
creation~ the more knowable answer
is, I am lonely...needing something,
someone outside of myself
to bring back in, to hold close for to cherish
and love.
I would not write a word,
dabble a blotch, were my hunger entirely satisfied
by the works of others; were all my questions
answered and my dreams already portrayed into infinity –
I create because I have a sense of loss, of being
incomplete – I create because
I am dissatisfied with the status quo.
I create not to feel a sheep-driven-reactionary,
and more a green in God's garden of unlimited potential,
salivating for moments of sensed eternal blossoming...
The novice writes a poem,
while the poet writes poetry. The painter only
paints, while the artist creates an image, that lives
immortal in the realms of observation. And I create
for all these reasons – and, most of all~ those
shared joys I have not found outside the process.
Beyond every picture,
every panoramic or keyhole view,
miniature or mural,
beyond the frame of perception
or the corners of our eyes
beyond the focus, and the seeable distance
the great known fades into otherness.
There’s millions of pictures of our world
all captured through
the narrow lens of the expected,
all spied through a thousand filters of knowable;
the acceptable.
Just out of the picture, Planet X abides.
A place forever beyond our frames of reference,
an alien landscape of a greater reality,
it could be heaven; it could be hell,
it could be heaven; it could be hell,
for us now, it is Planet X;
a world that will always take on a shape
that the mind gives it.
A feral battle between two starving men
That rages for ages with no knowable end.
Deep in the pit, exchange blow for blow
No escape, never free, forever held down below.
Brown bloodied rags hang off their skin
A visceral clash deep, deep therein.
Deep beetled brow looks rabidly down
Into hopeful pure eyes, neither making a sound
The silent exchange of resolve and of blood.
None else exists but man's will and the mud.
Neither will die no matter the force.
The fate of the men rotate in due course.
There is nothing else after, and was nothing before.
One wins a battle but neither wins the war.
The upper hand depends on the day.
A layer of flesh is with what all men pay.
One man breathes red and has ruby’s for eyes.
The other fights tempered with measured bled tries.
Pure savage ferocity against patience and poise
With the thrashing and crashing, only grit makes a noise.
From just the right angle they both look the same.
But the battle yet rages, they strangle for his name.
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