Bull Force

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Why
ask the bull
in me
to charge you
with an argument
or forced love song
when there is
a chorus of birds
and other natural
creations that may
fill you with imagination
and a passion expressing
beauty and love beyond
your wildest instincts.

Why approach me
with your horns
pointing and hooves
scraping the ground
of my being
to extract with force
the secrets of my mind
body and soul
when I may
offer them
freely to you
in a dance
under the stars
of a moonlit
summer night—
If only you were
to approach
and choose
from your own
myriad of wonderful,
beautiful, natural
expressions,
something exotic
and delightful,
reflecting the visible
variety that may
be drawn forth
and experienced
moment by moment
from the Greatest Creator,
the Greatest Imagination
expressing All That Is,

In response, and inspired by a poem within the book, THE GIFT, Poems by HAFIZ, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Ladinsky.

Certainly not to say I am a master or even an apprentice in any way of poetry or mystical insight—all is simply a creative endeavor to see what my own mind and heart may say of the poem, to try and put it into my own words, or simply to respond to the ideas set forth by HAFIZ, and translated by Daniel.

(My apologies, this footnote will be repeated as I intend, at least presently, to continue in this mode for awhile. I am quite curious how AI will interpret things and how I may work and play, tweek words and such to perhaps change the direction AI is taking, in the end, hopefully to make a dream worthwhile sharing.)