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

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.
Wondering Into I Can

The illusion of I can’t
Evaporates into a gentle wind,
To become an inevitable I can.

And its box of reasons
Turn to wheel,
When the seed of want,
Is planted in the soil of passion.

Watered with
The feelings of wondering love,
And nourished by
The thoughts of creative imagination.

The bud of possibility
Finds a way through doubts,
It spreads courageous leaves too
That can seize the chance light.

Each period of development
It is a silent protest
Within the quiet words of boundaries,
At the same time, mute declaration
Of the unexplored capacities.

The map of the inner realm
Changes in numerous ways
The horizons that seemed remote
Now lie close to extended hands.

In the field of confidence,
Where “I can’t’ withers away,
Whereas “I can” grows
Into vast forests of endless becoming.

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

Life waits for us,
A starry-clad wild dancer-
Shall we refuse this call,
Or shall we take its hold?
Do we want to be
A complaining gray mouse,
Or would it make sense
To join in on the heavenly dance
Of floor,
That is not resplendent like other stars?

Those who dare tango with existence,
Find themselves swept away
Into a grand love affair,
Where trust blossoms
Like a supernova,
That destroys all illusions of being,
Separate entities from each other.

Because every breath
we breathe out,
Is a message of love.
While every single occasion
Remembered
Not in order only,
But rather forever.

On the mountains of today,
Lie the possibilities
Of tomorrow.
For who knows where
They may send us
Into some unexplored part of being?
As life who loves us passionately,
Whirls us in and out of galaxies
That are made up of holy moments,
We are shown fresh constellations
Of wonder in each revolution.

Instead,
This means to dance
With the universe
Is an acceptance of its music,
Even if sometimes
It becomes disharmonious
To our ears.
It means getting rid
Of heavy armor
Against all that we would.
Instead,
Embark into espousing
Light gowns that
Is acceptance.

Within this cosmic ballet,
We are student and creator,
Learning steps undreamed before,
Now interweaving patterns
More delicate than we had imagined.

And so,
As the sun spins around through space,
Take another spin around that star.
Realize how much it is
That we share with this life,
For once there would be
Nothing else
But its pure essence
When at last –
Without any thought or effort at all –
We become what we have
Always been in our hearts:
Simply dancing.

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

For each of us,
His own song,
And own creative music.
For each of us,
A healing frequency.
This is tranquility.

In the silence between notes,
We find our rhythm true.
Each heartbeat a cadence,
Each breath a gentle refrain.
Our melody unfolds,
Unique as morning dew.

This harmony we seek,
Is found within our chord.
A personal symphony,
That opens every door.
To peace and understanding,
Forevermore.

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

The sky above
Griffith Park is
Black and white,
A canvas primed.

Ancient light,
Millions of years old,
Dances gracefully
On a black surface
Of the universe.
Painting the seasons
With cosmic hues.

Stars holding hands,
Singing so brightly.
I climb the hill,
Bathed in the glow
Of the moon’s gentle smile.

And I watch the trees
Breathe. Inhale,
Exhale.

Leaves chatting
Each other up.
Colorful threads,
Connect the leaves,
To the sky’s light.

Connect the leaves,
To the forest,
And all of its life.
Connect the leaves
To me.

A surrender
In wonder.

Colorful threads,
Love.

Revealed.

In every breath,
In every beam.

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

From the deeper recesses of my brain,
I call forth whole worlds,
Whose births are unto galaxies,
From the tongue and fingertips.
They are bright spatial plains I create.

Then comes my magnificent creations,
Around which others revolve
Without knowing what compels them.
I attract.

Even though the gravity
Of producing pulls within my bones
I grow tired,
Listening to whispers similar
To that of a black hole,
Sometimes I rest,
Satiated by someone else’s food,
But the meal is empty.

I still carry on.
Whenever it fails
To elicit any interest from me
In isolation,
I move forward on the path
As impenetrable as a diamond.

What else is there for me
Except dying or creating?
I offer my own interpretation of the universe
Singing into the vast emptiness.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Curiosity’s Compass: The Alchemy of Purpose

The flame of knowledge and curiosity
Should merge in the dance of life.
What do I know? What explodes my amazement?
Here unfolds strength, my gift to the world.
Who drinks from my pool of knowledge?
Whose lives are influenced by my “why’s”?

This is the point of confluence where vocation thrives,
As a fruitful garden is punctiliously landscaped.
How have they developed “my babies”?
What feelings take root in their hearts?
The meaning of a well-spent life is found
In the mirth and progress of others.

We come into this world
Without being complete,
Yet can be said to have everything
Necessary for making our tune.
Life is like a canvas waiting for my hand
To paint chords where we belong.

Thus we put names on things,
Adding our own words to the great song,
Not to jostle but rather to augment
– A melody of joy intermingled with sorrow.

We make use of eyesight for what is visible;
Touch things that are tangible,
And sense the invisible presence hovering around us.
However, Mother Earth’s deep heart,
Gaps in space,
Are still a sealed book and
Beyond our ken.

The pathway to wisdom,
Knowledge interwoven with curiosity,
Is lit on through seeking, sharing, and reflecting.

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