Poems About Self-Discovery, Growth & Inner Healing

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You Can’t Lose What Is True

You can’t lose
What is true.
You can’t lose
What is authentic.

You can not lose love.
You can not lose friendship.
You can not lose kindness.
If it’s true, it shines back,
A beacon in the dark.

Freedom is an accepting
Connection between two.
Both are allowed to be themselves,
When both accommodate growth.
A dance of give and take,
A symphony of shared space.

Two together.
Be curious, learn.
Avoid the harmful.
Quench the fruitful,
The uplifting towards the light,
And the motivating to illuminate.
In this garden of togetherness,
We grow towards the sun.

Save, hold back
Shrink the comfortable
Space to be,
And you lose.
For true connection
Needs room to breathe.

To love
Is to give of
The love within,
For self.
Love between two,
Is love in
The space between.
A bridge of light
Connecting heart to heart.

Authenticity,
A reflection of the soul.
Be vulnerable,
Reveal, don’t hide
The true meaning.
See the soul,
In yourself and others.
For in this nakedness of spirit,
We find our truest selves.

In the mirror of authentic connection,
We lose only our illusions,
And gain the world.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Chase your Dreams?

Push your dreams
Towards your future?
A mirage ever-receding,
Leaving only
Footprints and memories
To chase.

No, grasp your dreams
In the palm of now.
Feel their weight,
Their texture, their warmth.
Dreams are not for tomorrow,
But for this breath, this heartbeat.

Manifest, don’t wish.
Create, don’t wait.
Your dreams are not distant stars,
But seeds in your hands,
Ready to be planted
In the soil of today.

Don’t let your aspirations
Become ghosts of “someday.”
Breathe life into them
With the power of now.
For in this moment,
Dreams transform into reality,
And you, the dreamer,
Become the creator.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
The Gift

A seed of love and grace,
Nestled in the heart’s soil,
Dwells within the thought’s spirit,
Yearning to unfurl.

Action’s birth,
A tender sprout,
Like a stone
Cast into a pond,
Ripples expanding,
Touching distant shores.

The gift returns,
Love and grace multiplied,
In the wake of mindful deeds

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Control

Control over a person
Takes many forms:
Thoughts, emotions, movements,
Environment, habits,
The pace of a relationship,
A group, an organization,
Natural resources,
The wealth of a nation—
The list goes on.
And on.

A relationship
Bound by authority
Cannot breathe,
Cannot thrive.

Wisdom lies in respect
For the other.
Control is rooted
In disregard.

Those who seek
To control others
Reveal their emptiness—
Lacking meaning,
Trapped in their own
Prison of dominance.

But those who love,
Who feel empathy,
Who offer kindness—
They experience life,
They create and become.
For them, freedom
Is the wellspring of meaning.

We live in what we
Create for others.

But how do we embrace
Our abundance?
The abundance of rights
And freedoms—
Individual, collective,
In harmony—
The rights of our earth,
Above and below.

The freedom to express
And…

We see, hear, and feel
Peace in its beauty—
And its horrors
In the chaos of survival.

One lives fully,
The other clings
To survival.

We do not live
Our abundance together.
Why?

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Yield

To learn, we must yield,
Like a river bending to stone.
Slow down to sense and feel,
The world’s heartbeat, nature’s own.
Experience unfolds in stillness,
A flower opening to dawn’s light.

Love, wisdom, and light
Flow to gift and reveal meaning,
In the gentle current of being.

Speed is a distraction,
A chaotic haze,
Blurring senses,
Deepening shadows.
A rapids, churning and blind.

But in the slow and simple lane,
Beautiful life awakens, free.
Dewdrops on grass, bird’s melody,
A world of wonder we rarely see.

Like a river’s patient flow,
Wisdom carves its gentle path below.
Through canyon deep and valley wide,
In stillness, truth cannot hide.

In the rush, we lose our soul.
In stillness, we are found and made whole.
The river finds its way to sea,
As we find our true identity.

In quiet, discover your way,
And reveal your spark.
Listen to the whisper of leaves,
The silence between heartbeats.

If you want to live happy and free,
Live quietly, wild and carefree.
A paradox of peace and zest,
In yielding, find your spirit’s best.

What whispers did you hear today?
In silence, what did you say?
As you yield to life’s gentle flow,
What truths did stillness help you know?

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Random Thought

C is after B

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Listen and Ask

I do not wish
To fill the enigma of my brain
With meaningless information.
I do wish
To fill the space in my mind
With meaningful knowledge.

If I’m interested,
I’ll listen
And ask questions.
If I’m not interested,
I neither listen
Nor inquire.

I value knowledge
Over mere information.
I value meaning.

And if I speak,
It is after listening
With grace.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Peel It

Whenever you face
Any or another,
Peel it down
To its seed.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Think Before You Speak

Many believe we either espouse, retort,
respond instantly without thinking
in anger or in passion.
Obviously, they recommend against it.

They suggest we digest, and think
about what we’re about to say before we say.
So they say.

But the truth is,
it’s not just one or the other.
There is a third conscious option.
A more balanced and harmonious choice.
To be aware of what we are about to say.

It’s just that simple,
awareness is a reminder,
a soft touch towards the present,
to trust in our intuition,
which comes from our gut.
That’s our intuition,
not our instinct, as some call it.

This simple active awareness,
is intentional, purposeful, deliberate,
yet honest and genuine.
It is naked truth.

A gentle reminder,
an awareness of the
meaning and power of our words.
No need to analyze, overthink,
nor blurt, respond by default in a reflex.

Simply pause to be aware
of the words we speak, to create.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.