Poems About Self-Discovery, Growth & Inner Healing

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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?

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Random Thought

C is after B

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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.

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Peel It

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

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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.

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Some and Some

Some ignore it all,
Some count wounds,
And some count lessons.

Some seek beauty in the mundane,
Some find solace in solitude,
And some revel in the chaos.

Some dance with joy in the rain,
Some embrace the stillness of night,
And some chase the dawn’s first light.

Some build bridges from broken pieces,
Some heal others with their own scars,
And some shine as beacons through the dark.

Some act with kindness,
Some whisper wisdom,
And some create words.

Some plant seeds in barren soil,
Some nurture dreams against all odds,
And some inspire hope in weary hearts.

Some find strength in vulnerability,
Some forge unity from diversity,
And some spark change with a single act.

Some paint stories on blank canvases,
Some compose melodies from silence,
And some sculpt beauty from rough stone.

Some embrace the unknown with courage,
Some question to seek deeper truths,
And some re-imagine the world anew.

Each path is unique, yet none supreme,
All threads in life’s lotus flower,
A symphony of human experience.

Some lead, some follow, some walk alone,
Yet all move onward in their time,
Each step is valid, each journey whole.

In laughter, tears, or silent thought,
We navigate our inner worlds,
No way lesser, no way greater.

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Journey on

There’s a question
Most never ask
Simple, yet profound
The key to your path

How do I get there?

Some chase wealth
A million in the bank
A mansion on the hill
A fancy car in the drive

Others seek contentment
A family’s warm embrace
A life of quiet joy
Just enough to get by

But whatever you choose
Whatever life you crave
This question burns bright
Like a guiding flame

How do I get there?

Without it, you drift
A leaf on the wind
Reacting, not living
Surviving, not thriving

You turn left for a fallen tree
Right to avoid the wolf
Dizzy from the dance
Of life’s random tune

But ask the question
And the fog lifts
Your road becomes clear
Your steps find purpose

How do I get there?

It’s not a secret
It’s not profound
It’s the map you draw
The compass you follow

Don’t be hypnotized
By the world’s noise
Create your identity
Choose your own voice

When you know the way
Obstacles become challenges
Your authentic self emerges
In harmony with your dreams

Journey on,
With purpose in your stride
For you’ve asked the question
That lights the way inside

How do I get there?
Now you know.

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Curiosity’s Flame

In the quiet corners of existence,
A spark flickers, unbidden.
Underlying said phenomenon is that,
Without being wanted or sought for,
It grows into a flame of self-inquiry
That not only makes one discover
What lies beneath our shadows,
But also truths we do not know about.

We are young kids again
Eyes wide with the world’s vastness.
Every inquiry is a pebble tossed
Into the pond of existence,
Ripples spreading,
Running on shores we have never reached.

The fire inside
Burns layers of uncertainty,
Dissolving all the cozy fallacies
We surround ourselves with.

To question is to bridge
The gap between self and other,
Side by side with the pitiful gesture
Of one’s own fingers pointing towards nothingness,
Between the known and mysterious.

In asking, we are stripped
Like a newborn baby becoming vulnerable,
Yet even as powerful as old men of knowledge.
As we shed off clothes of curiosity,
The real us stands out ‘naked’.
Here, our truest essence is revealed.

May this fire burn brightly,
Let it destroy the walls
We have erected around our hearts.
It is here that we find traces of wisdom
(Because they have been revealed) amidst burning beliefs;
Seeds which need light to grow.

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