I said to my #soul, be still, and wait without #hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without #love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet #faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the #light, and the stillness the #dancing.
Now I'm torn cause a hashtag I'm populating with ridiculous AI generated things (I'm fascinated by the complete lack of deeper understanding these systems display) somehow feel like it should seem right but be kinda wrong.