Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

Beyond Time’s Flow

There is a state,
Quite hard to tell,
Beyond what language
Can dispel.
It’s not this world we think
We know,
Where minutes tick
And seasons flow.

Imagine now
A domain so vast,
Where time’s constraints
Have all been cast
Into an open, timeless sea –
An endless stretch
Of just to Be.

And yet this realm
Is not mere naught,
A lifeless void
Of absence sought.
For it’s alive with
Pure Presence bright,
A fullness radiating light.

Within this state freed
From time’s veil,
Our ideas of change
Cannot prevail.
Neither fixed nor ever-shifting,
It encompasses all
Without drifting.

Both boundless as the infinite,
And intimate as the divine wit,
This atemporal,
Uncaused Cause
Pervades all realms
Without pause.

So do not ask,
“Is it moving still?”
For that’s a question
Born of ill –
The ill of thinking
In past and future,
Which this existence
Does not nurture.

It is and isn’t,
All as one,
Like mai-un-mai
In Vedanta’s sun.
The final truth words
Fail to render,
An is-and-is-not
Must we tender.

This essence beyond measure,
Is life’s great everlasting treasure.
Though reason cannot
Here reside,
Our hearts and souls
Can well abide.

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

Free will awakens,
Love embraces all.
Light illuminates,
Service calls.

Self-service empowers,
Polarization balances.
Unity connects,
Confusion challenges.

Responsibility weighs,
Catalyst ignites.
Healing restores,
Balance aligns.

Ancient wisdom whispers,
Modern minds listen.
Quantum threads paint,
Consciousness glistens.

Principles sing,
In cosmic flow.
Ever-changing,
Yet ever-know.

Hold on to these truths,
As realities shift.
In their essence,
Find your gift.

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

When relationship with self
Becomes mere convenience,
An empty shell forms,
No real core.

Our true self fades,
Lost in the fog.
We lose our compass,
We lose our guiding star’s light.

Floating alone,
In a big formless sea,
We drift through time,
Chained and confused.

Each moment blends
Into the next,
As we wander blind
Through days and space.

In this hazy trip,
Where who we are
Is in exile,
We find ourselves lost
In anonymous days.

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

The journey is as long
As the mystery is.
For in every step we take,
A new world, words.

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

When light bursts out,
night runs away.
Light wins, erases dark,
But in shadows, memories stay.
Marks where dark lived,
Not gone, just deeper.

The bright may show
Where night’s veil once was,
Walking prints left
Before being undone.
As brighter truth shines in, open,
Less stuff is held in this world’s traps.

You control the switch
That lets light’s grace shine,
When dark creeps back
With its hidden fears,
Only a watchful soul can guard
The small sun that’s near.

Night hides not just
What we can’t see,
But covers the self in shadow,
Doubting what’s real.
Turn light inside to
Light up dark rooms,
Clearing the dust that blinded
With its gloom.

Always changing like sun and moon
Are the lights and shades.
What brightness showed
Must sometimes in night fade,
As new dawns of light
Break through with their rays,
From night’s deep paths,
Heaven’s secret ways.

Look too long at suns
And blind your eyes.
Through dark you might find
The balance that brings clear sight.
Not just chasing any light,
But watching where its power lies,
Lest it burns to dead ends,
Its force drained and dry.

In cycles of shadow and shine,
We walk our souls’ ground,
Each light a step
On wisdom’s twisting road.
Hold both light and dark,
For in their dance we grow,
Opening old truths
In the rise and fall.

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

Neurons fire,
Endorphins surge,
When hands extend.

Our brains light up and rejoice
When kindness we scatter.

Caring pumps the heart,
Empathy flows through veins.
The helper’s high,
Eases life’s heavy strains.

In giving,
We receive unseen,
A gift from the soul.

We share,
From abundance,
A wellspring that never dries.

The science of generosity,
Makes us whole.

Naked kindness,
Reveals a profound truth,
In acts of love,
Wellness is found,
We become complete.

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

When your thoughts
Feel like a wild storm,
Worries flood in,
Tossing your mind like a boat.
Remember, there’s calm,
A quiet harbor
For your busy mind.

To break the chains
Of unhealthy thoughts,
Ask these questions,
Like a wise, kind friend:
“Do these thoughts help me now?
Should they be here right now?”
If not,
Let them float by,
Like clouds in the sky,
They can just fly.
They don’t need to stay.

With gentle awareness,
You’re the captain,
Steering your mind to calm seas.
Feel the steady ground under you,
Hear quiet waves lap,
See the clear, bright horizon.

Each peaceful moment.
Is a practice,
A patient art,
And a treasure.

Leave your worries behind,
Sail to the present’s soft light,
Here in the Now,
Let the warm sun of awareness
Melt away the fog of anxiety.
This calm is your home port.

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

Antiquity breathes,
Momentarily birthing,
Cosmic prospect.

Circumference of breath-born horizons,
Specimens of ephemeral universes,
Cause of endings become beginnings.

Gravity of infinite black hole realms,
Reality fleeting as exhalation.

All of the above,
And a specter of time reversed,
To reveal,
The deepest privacy,
Of existence on the edge.

The divine feeling of perpetual creation.

An open invitation,
To witness universes in each breath.

And only few to explore,
This negative image of cosmos.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Spellbinding Sway of Belief

Belief lives in
The hearts and minds,
Where it casts its spell.

Its roots grow unseen,
And are fed by hopes and dreams.

Belief bends the world,
And makes the strong bow,
With a soft shepherd’s call.

Unseen yet deeply felt,
Belief is a force
That shapes and molds.

It can sway souls.
It can bend wills,
And lead each to their spot.

In giving in or standing strong,
Belief leaves its diacritic.

It echoes through time,
Quiet and loud.

Belief is a silent power,
Both simple and deep.

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