Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

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.
Happiness

Happiness once said to me,
“Walk this path and you will find paradise.”
So I rushed, I ran and I suffered,
Blind to all but the promised reward.

Until I met sadness who said to me,
“Don’t rush there, man or you will find nothing.”
Of course I accused him of being a liar,
A rain on my sunny dreaming.

So I set my mark and walked the dark tunnel,
Each step echoing with hope and fear,
Until I found my paradise,
It seemed so near.

I raised my hand to touch it,
Fingers trembling with desire,
And I found nothing but mud,
My dreams sunk in earthly mire.

Yet in that mud, a seed might grow,
Of wisdom earned, not freely given.
Perhaps true joy lies not in chasing,
But in living each moment, fully.

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

I can feel your pain,
Whispered in my bones.
Your struggles are now mine,
An unmentioned burden that I bear silently.

Every story told to me,
Every tear I see shed,
My heart is weighted down,
A storehouse of sorrows.

As understanding deepens,
So does sadness grow.
It is a strange bond:
The nearer I get, the more I hurt.

Yet, through this hurt comes a revelation:
Life does not issue blame,
Only learning etched into experience.

We stumble and we fall
And then stand up again
Every mistake is a teacher
Each sorrow is our guide

No villains, they say in the allegory of human experience
There are only students
There is no failing again

But if I must bear
The load of a thousand lives
For I can endure knowing:
This is a school where we are all pupils
This is school where all of us are learners
But let me tell you something –
This place is a memorable and beautiful college

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

Invisible world out.
Beyond what eyes can see.
Faith, the key,
But how can we calculate it?

The hidden force that is known
We recognize it
Only believing by faith
But wisdom’s source
Giving the unknown a name.

That is what faith is.
What depths of cosmic stream.
Mind supports campaigns
Which neither sense of logic nor thinking helps out.

Quantum worlds and mystical thoughts.
In the wilderness faith finds a pattern
Where no other man can find one.

Nothing can touch us
But we are touched.
Faith and knowledge move side by side.

Transformational power lies
To recognize is to transform.
Our inner norm takes its shape from faith
It endeavors into infinite potentialities.

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

Your mind’s beauty is shown
Throughout the world like
The canvas which has been
Influenced by perception’s hues of color.
The world just mirrors beauty of mind.

The design is so complicated and perfect
In its detail that the only thing wrong about it
Is our vision –
All full of prejudice scribing concepts
That criticize creation’s masterpiece,
That state what is good and evil.
People do not ever see their evil;
We claim to fight it and invoke demons.
This is a holy place for evildoers.

Would we not have different perceptions
If we could make this world a better place,
Marked everywhere in light of day?
Ignoring the narrative
That remains largely unheard,
Of kindness by deed
That does not involve any sound or sign.

When volunteers give their time
To gentle creatures,
With a loving hand they rear otters.
And parents working day
And night without rest in this unfriendly world
To raise up their kids well.

Healers give away their skills,
Others give to feed the starving.
Isn’t it what we refer to as goodness?
The stories that deserve to be appreciated.

It’s high time that we balanced tales:
One part illumination, one part obscurity.
For a word that describes both the internal and external beauty
Within and around us, it should be “love”.

The beauty that we see in this world of wonder
And woe
Defines who we are as individuals.
Let us now narrate
The comprehensive story
According to which all shine
As distinct brilliant stars.

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

Light comes in,
And shadows go away,
Not vanquished,
But veiled.

As with concealed memories
Waiting out there at the edge
Of consciousness.
Darkness makes its spooky mark,
A palimpsest on the fabric of space.

Yet light could obliterate,
However,
The trace remains,
A black relief.

As brightness increases,
Shadows disappear.
Our form appears to rise, unraveled.
The more luminous we become,
The lighter we weigh,
Through light’s caress matter ends.

In this equilibrium
Between seen and unseen,
Light wipes off what is hidden beneath it.
But then,
There is a trick you can do with your fingers:
Press it.

Make it brighter
Or darker, that’s up to you
The decision is yours
But it’s something that’s not often known.
In warm bright or cold dark contact
Your core discovers how to go down or stay up.

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

At the end of this excursion and its light intense expedition,
Death comes prowling with a cordial welcome,
Like an amiable genial host,
For all of us who instinctively and involuntarily,
Receive his faded invitation at the moment of our birth.

His long anticipated alleviation comes startlingly,
Only to hit us with the certainty of a sacred approach,
As we emerge into his obedient audience,
And he into our past new navigator.

We instantly exit and we enter,
Another ingredient of who we are,
-The cook prepares the feast-,
The clarity of this new mode announces,
The fearless recurrence with jubilation,
I will not resist.

Yet I’ll leave when I wish.

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

Naked at the mirror
I search the night
Behind the skies
Vast and starless
I often throw my net
Into the cosmic void
And to my bewildered reminiscence
I always catch myself
Reflected in the universe’s eye

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

There is one way,
To slip past time’s relentless hold.
Through light’s dimension,
We may attain an existence outside time.

Untangled from all events’ chains,
That bind us to before-and-after pains,
Touching light speed is
The liberating grace we dwell on.

An opening through which our souls could pass,
To break free of temporality’s grasp,
And bask in the eternity.

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