Spiritual & Philosophical Poems That Inspire Wonder

Enter a space of timeless wisdom with spiritual and philosophical poems about the infinite, the unknown, and awakening. Let your mind and soul explore

Who’s Watching

Though status, faith,
or class may seem
to set us far apart,
the common thread of error
marks us,
star by star.
Each falters in a fashion
uniquely their own.
And this shared imperfection?
It’s a truth
we’ve always known.

It is natural.
No one’s past
is a single color.
No one’s present
is one-dimensional.
And no one’s future
comes without a choice.

Meaning is learned.
Reality—chosen.
A path is formed
by the vibration
of consciousness,
its frequency.

The story unfolds
as one of witness—
probabilities realized.

The observer
is observed.
The observed
is the observer.
Where No Key Fits

The quiet hum of solitude,
an enormity where my unsaid thoughts
find no echo.
Freedom here, independent
from the knowing glance.

There is also a peculiar refuge in
being gently misinterpreted,
a shield from the sharper outline
of flawless understanding.

I realize that, upon seeing me,
upon mapping those winding roads
of my heart,
do they indeed not hold a key?
Do they not lay claim to those wild,
unbroken spaces
that I keep even from myself?

To be known is a gilded cage,
Where bars of love,
glinting bright,
still keep an aching heart.

So I walk at these edges,
hugging the immense loneliness
and the soft oblivion
of not being quite seen.
My soul breathes here,
not bothered,
free to live.
Knowing Beyond Knowledge

Make
From sunbeam slanting dust-motes dance,
a universe.

Make a breath,
a sigh from lips still moist with dawn,
and in the breath out,
shape the gossamer swoon of longing.

Make a memory,
a phantom limb of lost laughter,
catch it on to the silence
where whispers tenderly bloom.

Make a wish
upon the bruised velvet of dusk,
let it drift like dandelion seed
on currents unexplored.

Make a tear,
a dissolved pearl
tracing the landscape of sorrow,
and in its shining descent,
find the glow of resilience.

Make a silence heavy
with unspoken realities,
a canvas where the heart’s unspoken language
can be read.

Make a bridge of bone and tendon,
bridging voids of doubt,
with every step a testament to the will
that relentlessly unfurls.

Make a song
out of the murmuring secrets
of the leaves
a melody of impermanence,
sweet and haunting.

Make a firefly’s blink
in darkening indigo,
a tiny spark
against the vastness of night.

Make an outstretched hand,
comfort gesture or angry hug,
touchable link
in the tangled web of being.

Make a story
from fragments of a dream,
weave the surreal threads
into waking’s tapestry.

Make a life of learning,
a mountain of stored lore,
then in its shadow,
find the knowing
that requires no more.

Make the mind a vessel,
filled to its boundless capacity,
then trust the deeper flow,
the wisdom that it holds.

Make a moment linger awhile,
a sweetness on the tongue,
linger over its fleeting sweetness
before it dissolves into the now.

Make a world
within the limits of your own skin,
a sanctuary where strength and vulnerability
are blended.

Make it real,
this fleeting,
glimmering dance
this short and lovely becoming.
The Pyramid’s Knowing

Do you know the pyramid’s deep significance?

It is this:
a blending of polarities.

A foundation laid,
a single line connecting
the vessel,
the earth below.

Then, a rising,
two pathways reaching,
stretching for the vastness,
the distant stars,
only to meet,
to fuse as one.

The heavens above,
a spark’s flash.

You inquire about fate
and freely chosen options.

“Not one,
nor the other,
but two visions encountered,
collided imaginations,
seen and watched,
gave birth
to the world you live in,”
the pyramid informs us.

These are the forms
of possibility—
the dream worlds
and the images they contain.

The deepest conviction
is that it never exists
outside of us
but rather thrives
in the way we create
the ties that bind us.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Eternal Now

My soul,
my consciousness,
lives eternally.

Yet I exist
neither in the past
nor in the future.

On the infinite line,
I, timeless witness,
to this moment
conceived, defined.

A word—spoken.
Eyes—opened.
A world—created.
Reality—stamped.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
A Shadow and a Light

I would not trade the soft whispers of my soul
for the bright music of fleeting praise.
Nor the shadows that give it shape
to melt in the radiance of endless sunlit days.
I would wish my spirit a shadow and a light.

A shadow to give me solace and the space
to feel the textures of the world unseen.
A light to guide my footsteps through the labyrinth
and find loveliness in what might have been.

A shadow to ground me to the earth’s dark center;
A light to lift my gaze to distant, promising skies.

I would rather my way had a seeking heart than that I accepted dull conjecture.

I crave the ache of reaching for the stars above,
for those who settle for dust have lost their deep hue.
I have known the thrum of a love that burns,
and its soft whisper rings more clear and true.

When the evening falls, the tired bird takes rest
and dreams of flying on the morning breeze.
As sunrise wakes it leaves the sheltered nest
to greet the largeness with a glad prayer.

The life of birds is quest and return.
A shadow and a light.

The river flows from mountain’s height away
and gains strength from every winding stream.
It cuts its course through darkness and through light
until it flows to the sheen of the ocean.

The life of rivers is a sharing and a gain.
A shadow and a light.

And thus the self departs its boundless source,
to wander through the landscapes of the Now,
through the summits of strife and the span
of peaceful valleys where gentle breezes blow.

To reach the final current, smooth and deep,
and lose itself once more where all beginnings sleep.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Let It Be Now

Be enveloped by what you desire,
like morning fog
embracing mountain peaks—
the space between wanting and having
dissolved into mist.

When thought and feeling is one,
a river joining the sea,
no longer separate currents
but a single flowing truth.

Ask—without judgment.
The future becomes the present
when we believe
as if it already happened—
time folding,
creasing now into then.

Feel the outcome,
walk backward into joy—
footprints appearing
before each step,
echoes preceding your voice.

Do not pray for,
instead, let it be now—
the seed already a forest,
the journey already home.

Where light casts no shadow,
there is no depth.
Truth is a meeting
free of illusion
and masks.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
I Dream

Like a book written
in a forgotten tongue—
misunderstanding denies.

I count many tales
on my hand.
And I lay every night
on a pillow
of flame and tears.

Yet I believe in the light
within every heart,
a spark so small
it may seem invisible,
yet strong enough
to illuminate the darkest night.

I believe in dreams
whispered into the stars,
carried by the winds of hope,
and returned to us
as the gentle reminder
that all things are possible.

And I dream of mornings
yet to come,
of the sunlight
that warms our faces,
and of the gentle truth
that even the longest winters
give way to spring.

I gift you
my spring.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Lane Between

If you understand life,
if you know how to live,
then you don’t swerve—
not toward this side or that.

Because once you reach for one,
you welcome the end,
and invite the other.
They’re twins,
born of the same silence.

You don’t live in extremes.
You live in the lane between—
in the space
where things don’t scream,
they hum.

In all its colors,
we walk,
each our own path.

No blood in the soil.
No suffering in our stories.
No chaos in the air.
No enemies at the gate.

Just friends,
living like we remember how.

With kindness.
With dignity.
With the quiet courage
to let others be free.

We share this place—
a patch of earth,
a moment in time—
with peace,
rights,
justice,
equality.

Together.

Not as strangers,
not as tribes,
but as children
playing
in our own backyard
garden.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.