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

Awareness Unseen

The mind doesn’t stop,
a ceaseless sea of thought.
Awareness is a current,
steady and deep,
flowing beneath the waves.

In light,
its depths are revealed,
crystalline and clear,
while in darkness,
it hides secrets
it keeps from sight,
a vast ocean unexplored.

An attentive eye,
a lighthouse on the shore,
though often unaware
of its own inner presence,
still senses its gentle touch,
like the caress of sea foam.

In shadows or sunshine,
it’s a constant companion,
an undercurrent strong,
and a soulful heart
beating with the rhythm
of the eternal tide.

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

The world is yours
Not to own,
But to live,

To dwell within,
To feel earth beneath your feet,
To taste rain on your tongue,

To live with it,
To grow alongside,
Like trees reaching for the light,

To sway with the wind’s whisper,
To live with others,
To embrace all,

To thrive in diversity,
As a forest of many species,
To live all,

To simply,
Breathe, feel, and
Live.

In harmony, in unity,
With the world that cradles you,
A home, not a possession.

The world is yours,
Not to own, but to cherish,
A gift to live within.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
I To I – One in Two

If splitting the atom
Is an atomic bomb,
Then imagine what splitting
The quarks will produce.

Imagine we are able
To see beyond.
Imagine we can
Witness deeper.

We would reach
The splitting of the
Big Bang.

That particle and seed
Was split.
Is the question by whom?
Or how?

Maybe it is natural
Behavior.
Splits to connect.
Inhale, exhale.

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

If there are many doors,
not closed yet,
then how can you,
enter through
a new door,
and see the
new horizon?

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Axis Mundi of The Mind

In the cosmic loom of existence,
You stand at the nexus
Of all realities.
Nine spheres of truth
Radiate around you,
An eight-point star
With a beating heart at its core.

Front:
Your life unfolds,
A river of moments.
But as you watch,
The current shifts.
Are you shaping the flow,
Or shaped by it?
Observer and observed,
Forever tangled.

Behind:
Paths untaken shimmer and fade.
Step in,
And this becomes your only truth.
Yet infinite
Yous walk infinite paths,
In worlds you’ll never know,
But always are.

Right:
The Liar’s realm,
Where truth bends like light.
Here, belief shapes reality itself.
But once you’ve seen truth as malleable,
Can you ever trust
Your own perception?

Left:
The Dreamer’s domain
Of infinite possibility.
Imagination and reality,
Indistinguishable.
Create a world,
and you’re forever changed.
The dreamer and the dream
Become one.

Above:
The Void,
A sphere of pure nothingness.
Challenging existence
With its emptiness.
Why is there something rather than nothing?
In absence,
Find the essence of being.

Below:
The Collective,
Where all minds merge.
Individual thoughts
Ripple through the whole.
Are you one,
Or are you many?
In unity,
Discover infinite diversity.

Forward:
The Paradox,
Where contradictions thrive.
Logic fails,
Reason bends,
understanding crumbles.
Here,
Opposites coexist in harmony,
Revealing the limits
Of mortal comprehension.

Backward:
The Unknowable,
Beyond all grasp.
A realm that defies
Perception and thought.
In the face of the truly
Incomprehensible,
Find humility
And wonder anew.

Center:
The Heart’s realm,
where emotions pulse.
Love and fear
Shape the very fabric of being.
Here,
Feeling is the ultimate truth,
And empathy bridges all divides.
Observer and observed
Unite in understanding.

In this cosmic mandala
Of realities,
Each sphere calls
With its own truth.
Choose one,
And reality collapses,
Yet all persist
In infinite possibility.

Are you the same
In every sphere?
Or reborn with each choice
You make?
Perhaps you’re split, experiencing all –
A quantum self
In grand superposition.

Time flows uniquely
In each domain,
A heartbeat here,
An eon there.
Once you’ve glimpsed these myriad truths,
Can you ever return
To where you began?

In this paradox
Of infinite being,
Where every choice is true,
Yet bears a cost,
Where reality fractures
And reforms,
Which sphere
Will you call home?

Or will you stand
At the crossroads of all,
In this moment that contains eternity?
For perhaps
The deepest truth is this:
The choice itself
Is our ultimate reality.

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

Darkness of the unknown
Lays an egg that goes astray.
A crystal tear, and an honest smile:
Praise the believer,
And forgive the blind.

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

I am calling you
To a life well remembered
Yet strangely forgotten

I am calling you
To dive within your depths
And soar among the stars

I am calling you
To feel the world’s pulse
And ignore its clamor

I am calling you
To listen to the silence
And hear your truest self

I am calling you
To surrender your doubts
And connect with the infinite

I am calling you
To a consciousness unexplained
A dream within illusion

I am calling you
To wield your imagination
Unaware of its boundless power

I am calling you
To witness a beauty
No lens can capture

I am calling you
To hear a melody
No instrument can play

I am calling you
To the physics of the intangible
Where solid matter dissolves

I am calling you
To the death of old beliefs
And the birth of new wisdom

I am calling you
To answer with your entire being
To this timeless, formless summons

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

Be the ink on the page that twirls and dances,
Depicting sublime concepts in words.
Be the metered pulsation, point, and rhythm’s fluctuation.
Let the muse guide ideas through poetry’s maze.

Be the metaphor that reveals the essence,
Interwoven layers of meaning.
Be the imagination that ignites an inner sense,
Transforming abstractions into images that soar aloft.

Be raw emotions on the lines,
Joy with sorrow, passion in between.
Whisper too, and let some soulful cry be fine,
Musical language, beautifully designed.

When people are most dejected, be their light,
Directing lost ships: in darkness show
The warm glow of lighthouses for those who wander at night,
A gentle morning breeze caressing softly as thoughts flow.

Let your voice be piercing yet gentle like any poet’s,
A beacon through the mundane veil.
Be always stanzas that never grow old,
Their value known regardless of time’s tale.

Be the poem
That is reborn with each new reading’s breath.
Make wonder-miracles, create verses that
Defy death in triumph and break the silence.

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

I can neither perfect nor dress this feeling with language,
Forgive me for speaking out loud.

I screamed in the cave of loneliness,
And heard the echoes of God repeating,
Screams of pain are chants for joy.

I am the nameless child,
I can only listen to silence,
I look in the mirror,
And I see,
A power using its five senses,
To absorb more of this world.

I breathe all.

I am the nameless child,
I am the painful truth,
And now I give you I.

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