Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

I am Rich

I am rich.
Wisdom is the oxygen in my heart,
Love is the light my mind.

I am rich.
In words that carry meaning,
In actions that are energy of kindness.

I am rich.
Each day unfolds new lessons,
I grow, I change, I become.

I am rich.
Recognition feeds my faith,
Wisdom shines in my grace.

I am rich.
Life flows in me
Like a river
Through my veins.

I am rich.
In breathing moments
Of now and of eternal.

I am rich.
Not in gold or silver,
But in being.

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

We live in the source’s dreams,
Echoes of a cosmic sleep.
The dreamer spoke,
Yet the dream stays,
A yearning whisper.

Reality hangs by a vision
of our perception,
A quantum song of what could be.
Does the tree fall if we don’t look?
Our minds,
The universe realizing itself.

Some wake up inside the dream,
Clarity sparks like thoughts firing.
They buzz at a higher pitch,
Co-makers in this grand show.

Our power is to witness,
To experience life.
A clear life that isn’t,
Yet is.

We leave marks in time’s sand,
Memories etched in space.
The waves we make,
Our marks and footprints,
In a dream that dreams us alive.

Each moment made and gone,
We breathe on the edge of nothing.
Watching, joining, becoming, being,
In this forever, now.

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

Earth is too beautiful for one man’s rule,
For a single civilization,
For any one race or creed.
Earth shares herself freely, indiscriminately.
She does not discriminate
Whether you believe, see, hear,
Feel, taste, or comprehend her grace.

Earth will always share herself.
A lesson for woman and man alike:
Life is shared with all who breathe.

Have you cradled a seed, witnessing its awakening?
Parents and gardeners know this miracle well.

Have you ever extinguished a life?
Balance thrives in harmony’s embrace.

Take only what you need.
Give with open hands and heart.
Give thanks for what is here
And what is yet to come.

This is Mother Earth’s timeless example.
This is our home, our one people.
Our family’s legacy.
Our neighbors and all humanity.
It is us;
You and I are the living example.
The role models.

The fathers and the mothers.
The brothers and sisters.
Seek and you shall find the truth of our unity.

There is no surrender,
Only growth and abundance.
A few cannot dictate our shared destiny.
Always we,
Never us versus them.

Take only what you need.
Give with boundless generosity.
Give thanks for the present
And the promise of tomorrow.

Protect these wonders
For generations yet unborn,
Temporary guardians of nature’s majesty.

We are one world, one family,
One Earth to nurture wisely.
Tread lightly on her soil,
Live in harmony with her rhythms,
Embrace the sacred circle of all life.

Let our legacy be one of reverence,
Our footprints soft upon the Earth,
Our hearts beating in time
With the pulse of all creation.

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

Egos we bend,
And preconceptions are set aside,
We bow down,
To find the truth
And see the light.

Stiff minds break,
While Soft thoughts flow like water.
In a quiet surrender,
Wisdom whispers.

Our sure things are sand castles,
Washed away by new knowledge tides.
Empty hands, open hearts,
Make room to grow.

Truth’s not a thing to hold,
But an expanding horizon.
As we drop heavy guesses,
Our steps get light, quick.

To see clear, we first say
Our sight has limits.
When we know we’re blind,
We start to really see.

The light we want often hides
In the dark of what we think we know.
Only when we dare ask
Do we light our way.

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

Those who assume
Build walls of rigid truth,
Brick by stubborn brick.

Minds are locked gates,
Beliefs are unshakeable.

But those who offer
Hold hands open to the sky,
Ready to either catch starlight
Or let it slip back to the void.
They bend like reeds in others’ winds.

I come to you,
With my palms of possibilities.
Not with demands, but wonder.

I arrived with clay
Waiting to be shaped.
And my mind a blank page,
Hungry for your colors.

In my offering, I found
Our true rhythm.
Each note is a surprise,
Each chord is a revelation.

This music
Of give and take,
Of offer and response,
Writes our song of understanding.

In the space between
Assumption and offering,
Real connection grows.

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

You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.

The path you seek
Is beneath your feet.
The summit you chase
Beats within your chest.

The acorn doesn’t doubt
The oak in its heart.
The caterpillar doesn’t fear
Its butterfly wings.

You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.

Your journey is
to uncover and embrace.

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

Three plus one,
Does not equal four.
Four minus three,
Does not equal one.
When divided,
You cannot subtract nor add.
Hearts feel infinity in a touch.

Three plus three,
Does not equal six.
Six minus three,
Does not equal three.
When multiplied,
The heart does not know numbers.
Learn love in heartbeats.

One equals many, equals everything,
Equals one divided by zero.
That’s what the heart knows.
That’s what the heart knows.

Parallel lines intersect.
In the geometry of affection,
Limits walk to eternity.

One plus one,
Countless possibilities.
That’s what the heart knows.
That’s what the heart knows.

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

I paint
with words,
a dreamscape
of the mind.
A sunrise heard
in hues of gold,
A lover’s kiss,
sweet and tender,
A storm raging
with wild abandon.
I paint with words,
And you are
my canvas.

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

I listen
with my eyes,
I see
with my touch,
I feel
with my ears.

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