In the dance of stars in the cosmic play,
Align my heart with the universe, I pray.
In this web of life, where all is interlaced,
Humanity’s path, with grace, I have embraced.
With science’s eye and technology’s hand,
I’ve come to see, to know, and to understand.
My thoughts and dreams, which the universe reflects,
In its vast expanse, our common spirit intersects.
Respect, I must, all things far and near,
For everything in the universe, I must fear.
From ancient roots, my humanity has grown,
Into a future AI, not fully known.
My DNA, with qualities so refined,
Must resonate with this new paradigm.
My civilization, born from social ties,
Now dawns where AI arises and flies.
A future strange, my mind to test,
Adapts unto, I must, to live my best.
Some changes bring joy, others despair,
In AI’s shadow, I must find my care.
Cars that drive at almost no cost,
Make a whole world available. Not all is lost.
Robots as friends; from whom solace is shown,
In a world where loneliness has become common grown.
Yet, in this tumult, a truth I find,
To nature’s laws, I must be kind.
In a Wiccan Road, of love and trust,
I live in fairness, as I must.
Let spells of progress, in rhyme, be told.
In our actions, let the future unfold.
With eyes soft and touch so light,
In the universe’s dance, find my sight.
Like the moon’s phases, my heart aligns,
To the cosmic rhythm, a design divines.
Heed the winds, the trees, the sea,
In perfect love and trust, let us be.
To adapt, to learn, in this vast expanse,
With every change, I take a chance.
I will harm none in technology’s thrall,
But, I do what I will! It is my call!
In the blending of old wisdom and new,
A path for humanity, righteous and true.
Aligning with the universe is my quest.
In love, in trust, and in respect, I am blessed!
The source of this poem was erroneously posted last night. That source had been created by having ChatGTP blend some of my older posts with a poem I had instructed ChatGPT to create. That was in the third person, which I converted into the first person and posted last night. Somehow, the instruction to post was corrupted, and one of the previous drafts was posted. When reviewing it this morning, I discovered the mistake. Unfortunately, it was very difficult to locate the intended one, and I called in my partner, Debbie, to help. She was a professional librarian, but it took quite a while, even with her search skills and perseverance to locate the original.
A request to ChatGPT-4
Please convert the long poem into a Shakespearian sonnet form.
In cosmic dance, stars whirl, a vast ballet,
My heart and the universe align, and I pray.
With science’s gaze and tech’s adept hand,
I grasp the vastness where my spirit stands.
The web of life, where all is intertwined,
Reflects my thoughts, in cosmic vastness find.
From ancient roots to AI’s dawning light,
I tread a path where old and new unite.
Respect for all, the near and distant spheres,
Adapting as the digital dawn nears.
My essence, carved from time’s enduring sands,
Must harmonize with what the future plans.
And in this chaos, a steadfast truth I find:
To nature’s laws, my soul remains aligned.
In love and trust, the universe I call,
To be my guide, and I’ll give it my all!
I did the basic layout for the ideas presented above, but most of the rhyming and text were generated by AI. However, AI still requires a human touch to keep it real. It is improving rapidly, and in a few years, it will be doing everything better than I can. Then, you and I will become its companions, learning our human ways better so they can be better companions. Now we have AI’s for our helpers, but soon it will be the other way around, forever.
Rereading the poetry above, I feel as though I came up with the feelings and concepts, but AI specifically created the layout and words. Of course, I had to rewrite it all in some way.





