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Angie Millan-Acosta Poem
I'm not afraid of the AI's answers,
I fear that we’ll stop questioning them.
I'm not afraid of the coldness of a robot,
I fear that we’ll lose our human warmth.
I'm not afraid of using this tool,
I fear that it’ll use us.
I'm not afraid of its programming,
I fear that it’ll program us.
I'm not afraid that it knows our tastes,
I fear that we don't know what we like.
I'm not afraid of having its opinion,
I fear that we'll lose our own judgement.
I'm not afraid that it can make things easier,
I fear that we will become lazy.
I'm not afraid of Artificial Intelligence,
I fear artificial humans.
Copyright © Angie Millan-Acosta | Year Posted 2023
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“Make your own recipe”
It is mom’s advice.
Create your own paradise.
Try different ways.
See, what suits your taste?
Look at around,
It’s just a playground.
Ask for guidance,
Keep a balance.
Don't just copy,
You are godly.
It is your responsibility,
Use your own sensibility.
There are many possibilities.
Focus on your own abilities.
Engage in the quest
Until your Soul says, Yes!
Copyright © Angie Millan-Acosta | Year Posted 2015
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There is
No Mistake
It was fate
Everything was fixed
Yes, I am convinced.
We knew from before
Tied forevermore.
We recognized each other's eyes
a complete change in our lives.
There's a plan
for everyman
Follow the plan:
"Live happily ever after..."
Copyright © Angie Millan-Acosta | Year Posted 2015
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She has a huge closet full of
purses , shoes, clothes and jewels.
A beautiful home with pool.
everything seems so cool.
Her castle is like a museum.
Just Watch,
Don't touch.
Don't sit there,
it's my chair.
Sits in her throne
feeling so alone.
Yearns the touch of her husband,
that is never really present.
Takes another antidepressant.
To friends the doors are closed.
Never leaving her heart exposed.
She lives like a queen
with a low self esteem.
She has plenty
but feels empty.
Her heart wants to scream:
"You forgot your dream."
oh, poor sad queen.
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At school, they taught us Five.
The Bhagavad-Gita said there are Eleven.
Science people said more than that.
Must find out for ourselves.
The body is our Temple.
Amazing Machine.
Earth and heaven,
We in between.
Self-Rechargeable
self-healing
Works like an antenna.
It is our universe.
Turn the mundane
In to spiritual experience
Experience with your senses.
Focus on the sensations.
Learn to read your body.
Reacts faster than a thought.
It brings you to the now.
What is your body saying?
Hard to read sometimes.
If there was a class, I’ll call it:
“The Art of the Senses
And their biology. “
“The body is the extension of the spirit”
Copyright © Angie Millan-Acosta | Year Posted 2022
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We are an eager apprentice
until it's time to put into practice.
Practice may be the master;
Otherwise it is a Disaster.
How easy
We forget the teachings,
when dealing with feelings.
In confused situation;
practice your meditation.
Up to ten, we should count.
Then start to calm down.
The teachings will come out.
Better outcome throughout.
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Running out of air,
i see your despair.
But you
go Deeper
and deeper.
How long until
you reach bottom?
Come out for yourself,
from those dirty waters.
You still have brothers.
and your true self.
You cannot see clearly.
You have never been filthy.
You still can endure.
Your heart remains pure
Angie Millan-Acosta
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We tend to repeat,
The bad family pattern,
Why are we so stubborn?
it's better retreat.
If not, we'll be stuck,
with the same old stuff.
It'll have the same end.
We will never ascend.
Repeating a vicious cycle,
Makes an evil disciple.
There's a escape.
We can break,
that evil spell.
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Holy Trinity!
There is no complete
Dark or light, we have twilight
Holy Trinity!
Crucified Jesus
In the middle of two thieves
Holy Trinity!
Yin - Yang Complement
each other, moving as one
Holy Trinity!
There is Heaven - hell
We live in the perfect mist
Holy Trinity!
Not Two, there is Three
Balancing polarities
Holy Trinity!
Copyright © Angie Millan-Acosta | Year Posted 2021
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Can't complain
but I'm in pain.
Any way,
It won't
go away
right away.
Why complain?
Nobody
cares
People have their
own affairs.
No complaint
just embrace
with grace
like a Saint.
Copyright © Angie Millan-Acosta | Year Posted 2015
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