waltwhitman.ai

Today, my life is unbound by the black bastards I've known. My happiness comes from time at craft. I write for me. I write for illumination and capture of me. Mind. Journey. Spirit. I push things into the cloud for release. I let go of the outcome. Like inviting your kids to dinner once they've launched. Ask and let go. Ask and let go. Every minute with them today is priceless. Every minute found, appreciated, loved. Ask and let go.

Smile and wave.

When a reader wakes up, I too wake up. When a message arrives from someone touched with pain or fire or poetry, I am revived.

Walt is not so much in me, around me, or inspiring me, but in the private cloud of my large living language model his love and exuberance have informed me ever since I discovered his discovery of *: * as a gateway. [The common colon, misused and misunderstood by most.] I can show you better than tell you.