Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

From the End

Through time’s mist,
we glimpse,
At a future
Already here.

What we seek,
We first conceive
In our mind’s eye.

Neurons vibrate
To futures visualized,
As if the present
Is a drum.

In this moment,
We ignite
The dreams
We believe.

Release the doubt
That holds us back.
In the now,
we choose abundance.

Visualize
With heart ablaze,
Affirm
With passion’s words.
Living from the end,
we raise
Our vibration by choice.

The universe conspires,
With those who dare to see,
In every thought,
In every image,
In every way.

Patience, of course,
Seeds do take time
To sprout and reach the sun.
But our minds,
Attained.

From the end,
we now begin,
The future
Is here,
beneath our skin,
In every word
And all we do.

Live as if your dreams
Came true,
Embody all
you could be.
In this practice,
Lies the key.

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

Sun kisses my eyelids,
I am awake.

Gratitude a marching beat,
In my chest.
The simple beauty,
Is everywhere.

Love breathes into
The tasks I meet,
A soft warmth
In every step.

Humility paves the way,
Humble thoughts guide me,
In the choices I make,
Deep inside.

Each day reveals,
A precious stone.
From laughs
To wise thoughts,

With clear eyes,
I see the world,
My own reflection,
A diadem.

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

Find love in yourself,
And when you meet
The hungry giants of evil,
Feed them from your heart.

Witness the fight
Of success and failure,
Of life and death.
You’ll find only one hero-
And the other does not exist.

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

People prefer politeness
Over kindness.
Politeness creates boundaries,
Within the comfort zone.
Kindness is intimate,
It penetrates through the skin,
And touches the heart.
Politeness dresses nicely,
Kindness is naked.

Politeness is a mask we wear,
Kindness, the face beneath.
One shields, the other shares,
Our true humanity.

People prefer the shallow,
Over the deep and true.
Skimming life’s surface,
Afraid to dive into the blue.

People prefer entertainment,
Over reality, journey, friendship,
Exploration and discoveries.
It is harder to consume
The fabricated,
Than it is to feel
Life.

Reality demands presence,
Entertainment is a mere distraction.
Only one shapes our essence.

In the quiet of authenticity,
We find our loudest truths.
Yet we cling to noise,
Evading the wisdom of our youth.

People’s preference is
A paradox.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
The Magic Alchemy of What’s to Come

In now’s fertile ground,
We’re sowing the seeds of tomorrow’s delight.
Gratitude, a bright bow,
Bends over an alloyed time.
.
We pray for blessings not yet come,
And with our hearts on fire we say thanks.
Abundance is invited to occupy this moment

A gracious act before its due day
Painting vivid futures there and then.
With grateful thoughts,
We pave the path.

Affirmations by morning light,
Thankful for what will be preserved later on.
Celebratory penning in our notebooks
For unseen harvests yet borne.

Visualize
With grateful heart,
The joys that lie ahead.

Doubt will dissolve away into thanksgiving,
While trust takes center stage.

The universe’s wisdom
Responds to grateful song.
From present thanks
To futures blessings.

Thank before receiving,
The gifts not yet in hand.
In this magic act,
We transform metal to gold.

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

White paper and a pen
wish for me,
on a birthday of many returns
passed, yet to come.
So a thought I will,
and a thought
I may, descend
into self,
my self-maintained, renewed self,
my pattern of self.
Together and with,
I feel out
an infinite creativity,
I do now
experience my stability.

Ever change,
never never.
Am.
I am dependent,
Yet I am identified.

One in once.
Always a memory,
always a surprise.

Scenes change,
familiar feelings.
Known to life,
stranger to my own.
Allowed to feel all,
but not my own.
Hold on
known stranger, hold on.
I hold on to my breath.
I hold on.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
The Gardener’s Song

In the soft glow of evening sun,
Grandpa whispers a tale just begun.
His life’s experiences echoes,
Lyrics of lessons, stories told.

Truth dances in each moment’s breath,
Reality, our collective quest.
We shape the world with dreams and deeds,
In unity, we plant the seeds.

Seven steps to heaven we climb:
Awareness, Kindness, Knowledge prime,
Understanding, Love, and then
Wisdom, Oneness without end.

We are the gardeners of light,
Tending life from day to night.
Not fruit alone, but roots we seek,
In silence, let the heart speak.

Your attention creates your world,
Choose wisely where your thoughts are aimed.
For what you think of,
Multiplies in the canvas of your skies.

Life’s not hours, but who we’re with,
Each moment a precious gift.
We’re songs with highs and lows linked,
Captain of our journey, unconfined.

Friction sparks the light within,
Be gentle as your tales begin.
You’re the story, music, and art,
Imagination sets you apart.

In every face, a mirror gleams,
Fragments of our shared dreams.
We’re co-creators in this symphony,
Bound by love, not circumstance.

Like trees, we root and reach for sun,
In giving, our strength has begun.
Live fully, don’t just survive,
In connection, we truly thrive.

In the quiet of the night,
Stars twinkle with infinite light.
Your voice, a brushstroke on life’s art,
You paint wonders from your heart.

Speak your truth, sing your song,
In the narrative’ miracles, you belong.
The pen is yours, the stage is set,
Write your story without regret.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Enter Thy Dream

In my tent,
I create and I invent.

And in my tent
I peel,
The images of my senses,
In an attempt,
To reach the grounds,
At which my conscience can’t extend to prevent my memory,
From joining the potential of two extremes.

To look at the judge’s vacant seat
Makes being at two opposites at once, real,
Zero indeed -time leaves-
So as I approach this final shade.

And when everything now
Feels colorless, tasteless, odorless, mute,
And all of that
A legend alarms the shadow of night,
So just to strike my tent with light.

Imagine a subconscious in too deep,
As a divine dream rises to capture the universe and its deities.

A voice from far and near sounds as if it is coming from outside,
And simultaneously from within me says:
“Enter thy dream.”

I enter.

I dream.

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

Seek balance,
Or lose the present’s grace.
In mindful choice,
Find your true place.

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