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                                    Artist
                                        Why ask the bull
                                        in me to charge you
                                        with an argument
                                        or forced love song
                                        when there is
                                        a chorus of
                                        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
                                        when I may
                                        offer them
                                        freely to you
                                        like a dance
                                        under the stars
                                        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.
                                        
                                        Now expressed within a song, thanks to riffusion. Link below if you wish to give it a listen. : )
                                        https://www.riffusion.com/song/e0255ace-4ef9-4613-a734-c97e1e017dad
                                        
                                        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.)