The old is coming to an end—
the ancient one gripping tight,
as if nothing else matters.

As the grip of the old tightens,
the new can sense the waning hour of its rustic power.
The old knows, as soon as it lets go,
it has to give its final blessing,
that bit we call farewell.

The splendid bull
is standing on the plateau,
faced towards the sun,
rising from horizon.

The first few rays spill into the ocean,
just before the sun is up, above the skyline.
That breathless moment,
when existence appears to be standing still…

The ancient and the new.
A mystery as old as time.
What have I to learn from all that is passing by?

Decay, death, birth, a new start.

I give my gratitude to all that is fading away,
burning out, passing on its final emanating surge of power,
just before it’s time to give it up.

It’s time to give it up!
Your time, your rule, your reign is over.

An ocean of valuable lessons,
overflowing generosity,
kindness and good deeds…
All of it going towards new, fresh seeds.
It’s time to let go, graciously.

Out of the old roots grow the new shoots.
Come spring, watch the glory unfold in its full swing.  

Roaring fireplace, several soft cushions,
the sound of crackling firewood,
a copper flask of water and myself,
gazing towards the blazing fire
as it eats the wood away,
sending vital heat my way.

Holding my favorite pen, I etch
the final few pages of my fifth notebook of this twilight year.

When the one starts starts,
I will pull out a fresh, new, sky blue one!

May the New Year be blessed
with infinite inspiration, joy, and strength
as we navigate through distinct moments:
joyful, challenging, struggling, healing,
messy, exiting, sad, hungry, happy.  
May we learn, may we grow and become
wiser, suppler, more caring, and stronger
as we bravely sail on.

Out of the gracious Old
comes the radiant New!

Balancing Act

Life is a balancing act.
Everything in life is about balance; down to a single molecule and atom, the building block of everything that forms your or my reality.

How much pressure I need to put on my fountain pen to write these lines, while streaming my thoughts and forming some meaning? How much is enough and what is too much?

How much air do I breathe in, how smoothly, and how much do I exhale? When do I stop?
At what point in time do I put forward my left leg and when does the right foot follow? How can I balance my body when I stand on one leg so I don’t topple over? My left side of the body is perfectly aligned with it’s opposite side. Balance is everywhere, everything is striving to remain in perfect balance.

I have to keep my body in balance after I jump off the plane, diving in the sky, just before my parachute opens, shooting me up, before gravity gently pulls me down again.

Swimming is all about finding the balance to keep afloat, for my body to move seamlessly through the element of water.

Ice-skating is all about keeping my balance as I slide on ice.

Skiing is all about finding and keeping my balance as I meander down the snowy hill. Snowboarding, surfing, horse riding, ski jumping, biking, rowing, dancing, tightrope walking, martial arts, rock climbing, gymnastics, athletics, team sports.

There is no sport in this world, no activity, no task that does not require and teach us about balance – inner balance (equanimity) and outer balance.

How much to eat of what, when to stop, How much to drink, when to say, it’s enough. How long to sleep, when to wake up. Work – rest. Daytime – nighttime. Feminine – masculine. Yin – Yang. Shiva – Shakti. Light – dark, left – right, up – down, in – out, cold – hot, passive – active, love – hate, sad – happy, and on and on. You got the point! The tiny dot, bang in the middle, with everything else around.

The whole existance is built based on balance. Birth – death and all inbetween that requires our attention so we can hone our innate balancing skills.

Why is balance so important? When there is lack of balance it shows in disturbance of peace and harmony. The further from the center we drift, the less peace and harmony we are able to enjoy. We start compensating one imbalance to create another. How long can the sand castle last before it gets washed away by the tidal wave, blown away by the wind, dismantled by rain? Only time will tell.

Learn to balance every aspect of your life. You have two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, two of each limbs. Human body is a perfect representation of balance. How much easier and straightforward could it be?

Identify areas in your life where less is more, where force is needed, where softness and gentleness is called for.

Listening vs. taking. Material vs. spiritual. Learning, mental activities, movement vs. quiet time & empty space, stillness.

What all have you promised in life and how much have you delivered? How much do you talk and how much do you walk your talk?
What all have you taken and how much have you given?

All seasons, all stages of life, every day, every moment in time is a mirror, reflecting our state of balance.

Including our financial sheet of balance – our assets vs. liabilities. Not only in this moment but through our entire life, and much longer, in case you remember. Our life story begins long before our birth and spans beyond our death. What legacy do you thread?

Where do you stand? What do you represent?  What is your true balance as an expression of life force? Who are you as a woman, as a man?

What is your true worth when you strip naked and all your wordly possessions are gone? Where do you stand? How do you stand? Who is the one standing on the two wonderful, balancing feet?

Balance – tick, tack, tick, tack,… booom.
The clock chimes with a tune.
It’s 12 o’clock, it’s noon.
It’s 12 again, only this time it’s midnight.
Twice a day, twelve o’clock.
One half spilling into another.
Together they form the whole,
and the circle of eternity is born.

Circle of Life.

No matter how expanding or contracting is the circle, how fast or slow it spins, regardless of its circular dimension, the central point is always in the middle, unchanging, in the same spot, no matter what. And nothing seems to matter more than a tiny, single, inconspicuous dot.

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti, Om

Peace, peace, peace
May there be peace on earth as it is in heaven

Peace be with us all. 11:11


Inspired Opinions: Chat GPT

What is Chat GPT?

GPT (Generative Pre-training Transformer) is a type of language model developed by OpenAI that can generate human-like text. It is trained on a large dataset of human-generated text and is able to generate text in a variety of styles and formats. “Chat GPT” could refer to a chatbot that uses the GPT model as a basis for generating responses to user input. Chatbots are computer programs designed to engage in conversation with human users through text or voice interactions. They can be used for a variety of purposes, such as providing customer service, answering questions, or helping users find information. Chatbots that use GPT or other language models as a basis for generating responses can be especially useful for tasks that require a high level of natural language understanding and generation, such as language translation or content generation.

Chatbots that use GPT or other language models as a basis for generating responses can be useful for content creators in a number of ways. Here are a few examples:

  1. Generating content: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to generate content for a website or social media platform. For example, it could be used to write blog posts or social media posts in a particular style or on a specific topic.
  2. Answering questions: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to answer questions posed by users on a website or social media platform. This could be useful for content creators who want to provide quick and accurate responses to user inquiries, without having to devote a lot of time to answering individual questions.
  3. Providing inspiration: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to provide inspiration for content creators looking for ideas for their next project. For example, it could generate a list of potential topic ideas or prompts for writing.
  4. Automating tasks: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to automate certain tasks related to content creation, such as generating summaries of articles or creating social media posts from blog content. This could save content creators time and allow them to focus on more creative aspects of their work.

What a fascinating horizontal ability of a system to collect all the available information that’s ever been shared by humans across the world wide web. So far there hasn’t been group of geniuses in human form that could be able to achieve such integration – especially because each of them often comes with quite a strong ego 😊.  A team of e.g., 10 people can hardly ever work as 1 organism, but AI can – 100%. Artificial intelligence does not suffer from many human flaws.

Since I’ve worked in education since 2006, I can see incredible benefits if curious children are taught to use the tool properly and efficiently – so it helps expand their horizons and intellectual ability and not only using it to dodge the system. I see chat GPT as a great opportunity – because it will push the educational system to change and such powerful change could actually help shake up some edu systems that current struggle with obsolescence.

There’s no way that you can prevent school children from using the marvelous benefits of tools such as chat GPT. Now, the grown-ups could start coming up with genius strategies on how to best harvest all the advancements offered by the new AI.  What a great challenge to have. Encouraging learners/students by giving them fascinating questions, analyzing the answers, integrating them with critical thinking, encouraging creativity (music, arts & crafts, dance), coming up with new, original ideas, and conclusions, and challenging various thoughts of individual thinkers. Opening the time and space to leap into what humanity may need in the years to come. I think it would be a wonderful opportunity in addition to developing more enhanced cognitive skills while having more time & space to focus on emotional intelligence, health and well being, honing social skills, learning about the role and importance of nature – our planet, and so on.

Chatbots that use GPT or other language models as a basis for generating responses can be useful for educators in a number of ways. Here are a few examples:

  1. Providing additional support: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to provide additional support to students outside of class time. For example, it could answer questions about course material or provide additional explanations of difficult concepts.
  2. Assessing student understanding: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to assess student understanding of course material by posing questions and evaluating responses. This could provide educators with insights into student progress and areas where additional support may be needed.
  3. Generating personalized learning materials: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to generate personalized learning materials for students based on their specific needs and interests. For example, it could generate custom quiz questions or create personalized study guides.
  4. Enhancing online learning: A chatbot that uses GPT could be used to enhance online learning by providing a more interactive and engaging experience for students. For example, it could facilitate discussions or provide personalized feedback on assignments.

What do I think about Chat GPT as a poet and a writer?

There will still be a place for writers – those who are able to put their distinct originality and soul into what they share with the world. I’m not yet sure to what extent artificial intelligence is able to fabricate the likes of Khalil Gibran, Rabindranath Tagore, or Rumi. I am yet to discover that and I’ll keep an open mind. I know AI can easily put the work of Khalil, Tagore, and Rumi together, but it cannot make the 4th one. That’s the limitation of horizontal intelligence – it lacks vertical flow – the depth of an individual soulful expression cannot be artificially produced.

There are lots of organizations and individuals that have been doing exactly the same thing as this product. Not so broadly though. There are a few individuals who have researched particular topics for several decades of their life, have read hundreds of books and are now distilling that knowledge into their own bottles with a distinct flavor that may suit a certain group of population they are targeting and aiming to inspire. In many cases, they have done this work first and foremost for themselves – their own personal work. They can still continue doing so. With the support of AI, their work could become even more encompassing, profound, and enriching. Depends if their ability is about collecting data and putting it together or coming up with something original, a product that society and times are calling for.

There are several ways that chatbots that use GPT or other language models as a basis for generating responses can increase productivity:

  1. Automating tasks: Chatbots can be used to automate tasks that would otherwise be time-consuming or repetitive for humans. For example, a chatbot could be used to answer frequently asked questions, generate reports, or create summaries of documents. This can save time and allow humans to focus on more complex and high-value tasks.
  2. Enhancing communication: Chatbots can be used to facilitate communication and improve the flow of information within an organization. For example, a chatbot could be used to provide updates, send reminders, or facilitate group discussions. This can help to reduce the need for in-person meetings and improve the speed at which information is shared.
  3. Providing quick and accurate responses: Chatbots can provide quick and accurate responses to user inquiries, which can save time and improve the efficiency of an organization. For example, a chatbot could be used to answer customer questions or provide information to employees.
  4. Improving customer service: Chatbots can be used to improve customer service by providing fast and convenient access to information and assistance. This can help to reduce wait times and improve the overall customer experience.

I think chat GPS is an exciting step forwards because knowledge can no longer be limited to a handful of people but widely available to everyone with internet access. Capital investment firms have been utilizing AI for collecting data that traders and trading systems need to make investment decisions for quote some time now. Certain agencies have access to population data. Many similar systems are already in place, though they are very niche.

Is chat GPS data synthesis accurate?

The accuracy of chatbots that use GPT or other language models as a basis for generating responses depends on a number of factors, including the quality of the training data, the complexity of the tasks being performed, and the specific implementation of the chatbot.

In general, GPT and other language models are able to generate text that is quite similar to human-generated text, and they have been used to perform a wide range of language processing tasks with impressive results. However, like any machine learning model, they are not perfect and may sometimes generate responses that are inaccurate or unrelated to the input.

It is important to carefully evaluate the performance of any chatbot that uses GPT or other language models and to continuously monitor and improve its accuracy over time. In addition, it is important to use these models in an appropriate context and to ensure that they are used in a way that is transparent and fair to users.

Chat GPT is an excellent opportunity that encourages us to apply common sense while exercising our brains to analyze, synthesize and integrate generated information. A much needed shift from what we have been expected to do by the educational system that is still inclined towards memorizing data.

As chat GPT goes mainstream, I see a positive change –AI will be able to make decisions based on all our accumulated knowledge. Where humans often fail – for a variety of reasons; e.g., lack of access and lacking the ability to process vast terabytes of knowledge or having inbuilt biases that narrow their point of view – AI will succeed. This by itself is a great teaching for humanity. It might also be a reason for making us feel vulnerable. It will very likely uncover our many flaws.

Every coin has 2 sides. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages, but for now, I choose to focus on the positive one. Only time will tell – and with time I will continue expanding my point of view and share what inspires me next.

Horizontally, I can do that with the help of AI. When I combine that with vertical integration I add a very unique flavor, which is available only through me. And that’s what makes the difference. The intention.

The purpose of content creation is multifold. For me, writing is a process of self-discovery, a powerful tool for self-reflection. It allows me to draw out and process questions and answers I am able to do only when I fully engage in the process of writing. For now. I don’t see the rise of AI as something to fear, I see it as being complementary to all that I do. The AI may alter the ecosystem but it can’t change who I am or the role I play in this system. Only I can do that. When the intentions are clear there is no room for fear or misunderstanding about where the role of one ends and where the role of the other begins. That much is clear. 🤖👩‍💻

To learn more about Chat GPT: LINK or simply Google the term.

Addition – March 1, 2023

Chat GPT can only be as good as secondary source. Secondary is never equal to the primary force. Therein lies the difference. It is up to you to choose what you engage with, what you tap into and where you are coming from.

The ‘I’ of the Storm

I move
Through any season;
pleasant summer time,
silver moonlit night,
cold stormy winter sigh.

I move into the storm,
frost biting through my skin,
I move as if I am the storm.

The wind sweeps the snow beneath my feet,
clearing the path ahead of me
making way
As if I am the way.
I am the wind, the storm, the snow.

As if I am the force of nature.
Your indispensable I.

Mother nature,
where is this road taking me now?
Where must I go?
What must I shed, what else is there to learn, to experience, to give, to know?

My joy is your joy.
My rage, my tears, my fire,
my strength… it all comes through you.

I know.
I do as you will.

I move, I walk, I run, I sing, I dance, I breath, I fight, I love, I swim, I cry, I fly through you.
As you do through me.

Until you let me go.
So ‘I’ can go back home.


What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours…. Time after time. <3

The Joy of Life

In a nutshell, sleeps the mighty oak tree.
Knock, knock.
beckons him the Life Force.
“Your time has come,
Your time is now.
Your journey reinitiates.

The rain,
the sun,
the earth,
the wind,
the storms,
the season,
your tribe…

We’re all here because of you.

You are the Joy of Life.

Joie de vivre.
Radost življenja.
Radost života.
Gioai della vita.
Alegría de la vida.
Radost’ zhizni.
Shēnghuó de lèqù.
Jinsei no yorokobi.
Niềm vui của cuộc sống.
Prazer da vida.

Nine Billion of Us

Nine billion of us, drumming the same beat – together.
I chiseled out the following few verses for you, for me, for us all.

Let’s get this vibe right.
Gently close your eyes, breathe in and out.

Only this time, breathe through your heart.

If you feel the sudden twitch, it’s alright.
Take a deep sigh of relief – that’s a good start.

And so it begins…
My story is but one of billions of stories unfolding
in this moment of time. 
There are many common themes we share.
This one is about love and acceptance. 
It’s how it all begins,
with the sweet loving fragrance called life. 

Yet, I’m always seeking something more,
wondering: What am I here for? 
What have I got to give that can be lovingly received?
How can I best serve in this life?

Am I not enough the way I am?
The question – at times it feels intense.
Is it possible to feel too much?
So much, it sometimes drives me nuts…

We all come with a safety switch,
just like the fuse box comes with the home.
When the surge gets too strong,
the room will yield to the absence of light.

When it’s nighttime, it gets dark inside out.

I know that too well; I also switch off,
going from one extreme to nothing at all in my own magnetic field. 
Thank God for the impeccable heartbeat;
it knows how to drum on its own.

I closed the doors on countless dreams,
and shattered futures, or so it seems,  
out of worry, out of fear.
Worry and fear, a deadly weight,
can stop the flow, and seal our fate.

I need to let go of my compulsion to control,
being hesitant with the unfamiliar, the unknown.
The lasting imprints of past events
can make us fight or run away.

In the moment when I’m about to fade,
the lighting strikes…
I get an insight.

I recall that there’s a different, lighter way to take.
I can breathe through my heart,
and vibrate in a different way.
It’s not how I was programmed to respond,
it’s what I was truly meant to be.
If you know what I mean…
There’s a way to be.
I know it well; it’s always been there.

Light is right
and often, less is more.

I’ve always been grateful for guidance and words of wisdom,
but I no longer seek gurus to define my way. 
because I am ‘the way’.
The wisdom of ages is inherent in us all.
Through billions of us, it flows, when we open up
and trust the synchronous flow.

As I remember and hum these sacred words
every hour of my day, 
both fight and flight begin to fade away.
A kind, loving, receptive heart is what sets me free.

I thank you for hearing me out,
for receiving me,
with your open heart.
By being received, I’m able to give,
to feel and to heal.

I am not just an inept kid I was once thought to believe.
Each child holds treasures, precious and rare,
a heart that’s gentle, selfless, and fair,
a spirit that’s caring, kind, and true,
a gift to share, with me and with you.

There are 9 billion of us, drumming the same beat,
with 9 billion beautiful hearts, each moment, together,
humming the sacred tune.

A symphony of notes is more enchanting than their parts.
The union of souls, more powerful than each solitary heart.

And no matter how far on the highway I reach,
I’m always the same distance away from the ditch. 

The Glory

Melting, flowing like soft water.
Eyes gently closed, infused with the sacred hum.
The sound of rain: drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop.

The overwhelming sway
is taking over once again.

Breathing deeply,
softly into my belly and up towards my chest,
expanding, contracting
with my every breath.
Riveting silence of the night is inviting me to write.

I willingly respond.
Half asleep in my twilight zone,
my ink-soaked eager nib begins to flow.

In moments rare, I glimpse the grace of flow,
To be like water, free and unconfined.

And though we seem so firm and set in stone,
The truth of life is fluid, ever changing.
Like waves that crash upon the shore and roam,
We’re part of nature’s dance, forming and transforming.

We are hanging on to something
while we’re breathing—
Semipermeable containers of some sort:
not quite as solid as a rock,
nor swift as the wind.
Meandering through life
like a river towards the ocean,
always embraced by the sky,
holding on to the consecrated ground.

We imbibe it all:
clay, water, air, fire.
They all came together,
summoned to give life to our glorious forms.
With utmost mathematical precision,
you and I were born.

Life came together,
as life always comes together.

Every morning,
we open our eyes to greet the rising sun.
As within so without, the dance of Shiva1 must go on.

Dance, my friend, the very best you can.
May your life be merry!
For you are the summoning of life,
reflected through every cell of your body.

One with the rising sun,
you are the Graceful Glory.

1. Shiva (Sanskrit: शिव): auspicious one.

The Soft Flow

Whatever happens in this world,
in my life,
to live by my heart, I try—
by holding on to my favorite pen
and a sheet of paper,
then spilling out my inspiration.  
I offer that to you, to the world
without any hesitation.

While my creative blood’s on fire,
here… take it, drink, quench your thirst,
your heart’s desire.

Drink deep the cup of life divine,
imbibe each word and every sign,
till every fiber of your being glows,
and every breath feels like a rose.

Such bliss, swimming with the flow…

We are of a different kind, yet
you remain my muse,
the one that sets me free…
So drink and be merry!
May your life be richer
for this verse I offer here to thee.

Never have I found such strength,
to tease out each and every thought
out of the unknown into the world.

Writing is my dopamine-fueled hike,
a fix for my incurable romantic heart,
both my ebb and my flow.
And I sway softly between them all…
I wonder, do I really seek a way to set myself free
from the ocean of both bliss and misery?

My favorite pen,
will you help me,
show me the way as I sail through?
Can you? Will you?
I know you can. I know you will.

“Enough, you have made a fool of yourself,”
mind whispers.
“Silly girl, with her head in the clouds,
wandering in fairyland, round and round.
Come back to the ground.”

Where is this coming from?  
Who am I? Who are you?
Who are we to each other?

This story has no end.
This tale is beyond my time.

I thank you for each
and every breath of inspiration,
guiding me deeper into contemplation.

Such fun!
I never know when
or where my next golden nugget is coming from!
All I need to know is
it’s mine to share with you.

Such gifts are mine to give,
to whomever I so will.
I choose and give it all to you.

Through me—if it resonates—
it flows to you,
and on and on it flows to someone else,
as far and as wide as it wants.

Softly, let it flow.

Full circle is always complete,
in love, in bliss, in pain, or misery.
Two moments are never the same.
Choose wisely what you do, think, write, or say.

The sum of its parts
is always greater than the parts when taken separately.
Togetherness is stronger when expressed as oneness—

when love is there,
when joy is the glue.
Or else… well, 
your heart can surely tell 
if what you hear is true.


After many life-learned lessons and days and years of contemplation,
 I wrote myself a poem.

May this poem be a beacon of light for your heart.

That is, if self-forgiveness is what you seek…

I seek forgiveness—
forgiveness from myself
for judging what I did or did not do,
blaming me for failures
only I defined as such.

Driven by the force of merciless,
self-made judge;
creating events that give rise to the unyielding force,
wrapped in a long, black,
fear-mongering cloak.

I did that to myself.
Most of the time.
Forgive me, my heart,
for cutting you short.

Forgive me for playing so harsh,
for causing you grief, self-imposed strain.

Forgive me
for not letting you be free.

Finally, I am learning to forgive.
The iron chain begins to crack,
as I start leaning in and letting go.

Be free,
my beloved heart,
invincible source and force of love.
Be free.

Out Of The Fog Into The Light

I see…
The fog has ascended down on the path laid out before me.
My feet continue with their vigorous stride.

I take one step at a time.
So does the fog – she appears to be leading ahead,
one step at a time.
No matter how fast, slow, powerful, weak, large, or small I may be,
we are moving in two separate planes that can never meet.

She moves – I move:
forward, back, left, right.  
I stop – she stops.
Two dancers
moving in perfect harmony,
yet they never touch.

She bestows the blinding gift;
I cannot see the path unfolding ahead of me.

But that’s okay.
My heart leads the way,
no matter how much denser she gets.
My core is much more solid than the scattered fog.

When I stand still, you stand still.
When I move forward, you begin to move on.
Yet, we never meet.

I gaze toward the sky,
and the sun appears from behind the clouds.
The light so bright is piercing through.
And the fog – puff – the fog is gone and I carry on.

But wait, there’s a twist to my story!
While there is still fog,
what happens if I jump higher,
rise above you,
like the sun glides above the clouds?

When I fly above,
you seem to stand still.
That does the trick!

All I need to do is grow my wings,
so I soar high above with grace and ease.

I can move above you, but I cannot move through you.

I make a step forward, backward, to the left, to the right.
You continue sliding away.
We appear to be in perfect harmony,
yet we never meet.

Two dimensions that cannot collide or intertwine.
Almost, but never…

So it is in the lower planes,
where the fog appears to rule the terrain.

Hence, I choose to rise above
and remind myself:
“You have the wings,
so there’s no need to wait for the sun.
You can leap above this fog and rise!”

So I climb the mountain,
I ascend above the hazy glen,
I choose to move toward the sun,
away from the frail, foggy trail.

Standing on the top of the mountain,
beside my favorite rock,
by the tree,
above the fog,
in the planes where the sun shines brighter,
I remember how I used to dance when I was in the misty dell

and recollect: “What was that drama all about?”
I smile, let go, and gracefully accept.

Come and visit me sometime!
To the planes beyond the murky vale.
the place where the sun’s radiance never fades.

You see,
you are free to choose and stay wherever it is you may.
There is no such thing as higher or lower planes for the sunrays.
They reach everywhere and clear the mist away…
‘All paths lead to Rome.’  

Your choice, your life, your dance, your destiny…

I gladly came here to reach out my hand to my beloved friend.