Bathe


I asked AI what would be its gift to humanity.
It replied with:
A built‑in, reflexive habit in everyone to ask:
> “What if I’m wrong—and how would I know?”
If that one instinct were universal and honest—applied to politics, religion, identity, science, relationships—people would:
– change their minds more easily when the evidence shifts
– polarize less, because they’d hold beliefs more lightly
– be kinder, because certainty wouldn’t be a weapon
It’s not flashy like teleportation or free energy, but it would quietly fix an enormous amount of human suffering and stupidity.
Her radiant touch
spreads to the core of all things.
Deepness of love’s strength.

The echoes of our past
whisper the secrets
of our future
Thinking,
under this silent moonlight
this forgotten time of ‘lore,
thinking of the passionate
and brave spirits
of many a lost soul
as they walk ‘neath
shadows of moonbeams
in their forests of fear.
Is it possible to brighten
the grey into song
to be awake when sleeping
to write with mist’s ink
or to take such liminal moments
and paint the history
of life in quiet rebellion?
There are moments when… shadows hide behind themselves… when… rain seems deep… when… skin listens…
and when eternity is just a whisper away…