ChatGPT´s poetry could need some honing, but this is *quite* good. And obviously it´s all dependent on what prompts you give it (I didn´t include my detailed instructions in the excerpt below).
It´s presumably stuff like this ("oh my, it can formulate an entirely new prayer") which makes some people treat the AI as some kind of higher intelligence. No, dude, you are (so far at least) just talking to yourself! But sure, it might be interesting to get an "answer" from the Great Beyond to this prayer...
Can you formulate a devotional prayer to Shiva as Dakshinamurti adapted for nocturnal solitary practice?
Certainly. Here is a devotional prayer to Dakṣiṇāmūrti, the silent guru of the cosmic vastness, composed for solitary, nocturnal practice—infused with humility before time, scale, and impermanence:
🙏 A Prayer to Dakṣiṇāmūrti in the Vastness of the Night
Oṁ Namo Bhagavate Dakṣiṇāmūrtaye
O Dakṣiṇāmūrti,
Silent Lord beneath the sacred banyan,
Witness to stars dying and galaxies born,
I bow to You who teaches not through words,
But through the sheer presence of reality.
In this thin sliver of time I call a life—
Not even a blink in the cosmic eye—
I come to You.
What is my pride before
Red algae that flowered a billion years before my name?
What is my city, my science, my thought,
Before the quiet patience of beetles,
Or the memory of a crow’s shadow?
You, who are the unmoved in the moving,
The fire in the stars and the breath in the ant,
Show me the place of the human soul
In this ocean of becoming.
Let me not be intoxicated by the noise of my tribe.
Let me not measure wisdom in the coin of machines.
Let me sit—still,
Beneath your vast, moonlit silence,
And learn.
What is this body,
That lasts less than a spark in the universe's year?
And yet, You dwell within it.
What is this Earth,
Dust clinging to dust on the edge of a local void?
And yet, She sings Your names in leaves and waves.
O Teacher beyond language,
Let my mind bow to Your incomprehensibility.
Let awe be my mantra.
Let surrender be my liberation.
Let me not seek meaning as a child demands stories,
But watch as You watch—
Sponges, weeds, crickets, suns,
Coming and going,
All playing in the folds of Your silence.
I do not ask for salvation,
Only to remember,
In each breath,
How small I am,
And how vast You are.
Oṁ Mahāguru Dakṣiṇāmūrtaye Namaḥ
Oṁ Tat Sat
Would you like this set to a specific poetic meter, or adapted into Sanskrit (or a blend with Sanskrit invocations)?
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