Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

Love’s Natural Harmony

Fear of love
sprouts from the soil
of misunderstanding—
uncertainty of how
it truly manifests and blooms.

Love reveals itself
in shared journeys,
two souls entwined
in mutual evolution
and shared growth.
This connection births
meaningful moments,
like sunlight refracting
through crystals,
casting vibrant colors
upon life’s canvas.

We smile, laugh,
and rejoice together.
We weep, ache,
and share grief.
Two beings ascending
side by side,
roots entangled,
branches hugging.

What defines love
is its depth of soul—
not the comfort found
in hiding safely within walls,
but the courage in knowing
our expanding horizons
remain secure
in the presence
of our beloved.
Love thrives and blossoms
in authentic
and genuine experience.

Have you ever
rested your head back,
eyes skyward,
palms gently unfurled
towards the heavens?
It is, quite literally,
an embrace of the infinite.

Can you imagine
and describe a blend
that feels and tastes
effortlessly natural,
simple yet thoughtfully crafted,
existing everywhere
yet remarkably rare?
Like dawn’s light
streaming softly
through autumn’s foliage—
commonplace
yet uniquely breathtaking
and rarely discovered.

Such harmonies emerge
in nature’s unforced
and spontaneous symphony,
in home-cooked meals
seasoned with care,
in bonds where spirits
complement effortlessly.
Though the ingredients
may be ordinary,
their unity forms
a rare jewel and an element—
simultaneously familiar
and profoundly precious.

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

To forge a path,
we often block
the view of other paths.

Sometimes our choices
are an abundance
of radiant light,
stretching in both directions—
closer, yet wider.
A treasure discovered
within,
as doors quietly open.

Dictate—
and you erase
another’s freedom to choose,
their own expression.
Swing with the mood,
dance with the thrill,
and leave a impression
inside yourself.

Can an impression be harmful?

The deeper the roots,
the higher the ascendance.

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

Don’t mistake judgment for knowing.
Don’t confuse lack of judgment
with weakness.

Before you know someone,
you must first know
and forgive yourself.
Then you shall
be blessed
to know another.
And when you do,
you forgive.

How can we
receive and give,
freely and genuinely,
if we stubbornly block
with a judgment passed—
given or received?

Is it possible
to truly live,
without dignity?

What we take
from others,
we take away
from ourselves first.
What we give others,
we give ourselves first.

Forgiveness doesn’t appear
after judgment;
it is always prior.
A choice.
It is innocence matured.
And clarity
lights the path
toward forgiveness.

Don’t let the grace
of forgiveness
slip past
your awareness.
Don’t remain attached
to the wrong relationships.
Show up
and be present.

We can’t grow—
if our bodies get older,
yet mentally, emotionally,
and spiritually we are
at a standstill in time.

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

Like a book written
in a forgotten tongue—
misunderstanding denies.

I count many tales
on my hand.
And I lay every night
on a pillow
of flame and tears.

Yet I believe in the light
within every heart,
a spark so small
it may seem invisible,
yet strong enough
to illuminate the darkest night.

I believe in dreams
whispered into the stars,
carried by the winds of hope,
and returned to us
as the gentle reminder
that all things are possible.

And I dream of mornings
yet to come,
of the sunlight
that warms our faces,
and of the gentle truth
that even the longest winters
give way to spring.

I gift you
my spring.

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

Do you see
the wounds on arms?
Is forgiveness revealed?
Has polarity forged a path—
a space between to dance?

When we shut our doors
and close access to ourselves
for those we love,
it’s not because we
fear them.
It is because
we fear ourselves.

We lace our secrets with poison
to prevent them from
sprouting into the light,
hoping they’ll die.

The shameful feeling
of our past choices haunts us,
for we have not learned
the lessons,
and have not changed
and grown,
to realize what
we’ve become.

Thinking of others,
knowing myself,
a life is lived.
I arrived naked,
and I’m leaving naked.
What we hear
is what we get.

Not perfect
without imperfections
and mistakes.
Complete and
wholesome by trial.

I strived for kindness
and love.
Accepted both my challenges
and my gifts.

I met magical people—
each, a teacher.
Misunderstood, I walked.
Welcomed but not embraced.

Pick up your true relationship,
and throw it up
towards the light.
Step outside your box,
and into the free
open horizon.
Rise from beneath the earth
to soar above.
It will lift you up
by its strings
that are bonded
with you.

At the end of this excursion
and its expedition of light,
Death prowls in
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 loyal audience,
and he into our past,
our 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.
I forgive myself.

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

Time is our most precious gift—
a true welcoming.
I welcome you,
and you welcome me.

Time is an embrace,
the quiet thread that connects.
The author of context,
of meaning.
A dimension,
a perspective—
the perception born of imagination.

Do not spend your time
on what will not remain
with you,
for as long as your consciousness
breathes,
you are.

Choose—and simultaneously be chosen.
The people, the moments,
the story you share.
Not because you are better,
or more rare,
but because your life
is yours.
And it matters.

The peace of this awareness
gives rise to wisdom:
we are all equal.

Only when all are free
can one be free.

Bread breaks open in the oven.
And for every reason to despair,
there are endless wonders
waiting to unveil themselves
to those who keep their eyes—
and hearts—open.

Recall how fire sparks:
a harmonious synchronicity
of heart, mind, and soul.
Two scratch one another,
beneath the surface.

Do not say,
“We could’ve had a wider field,”
or “We might’ve reached the horizon.”
“I could’ve, I should’ve”
Create it.
Make it real.
Be wholly, genuinely
your amazed,
curious,
giving self.
Hear the bells.

Befriend a tree.
Be the gardener of one tree—
and all that’s hidden
shall be revealed.

The secrets
have always been there,
patiently awaiting
your arrival.

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

If you understand life,
if you know how to live,
then you don’t swerve—
not toward this side or that.

Because once you reach for one,
you welcome the end,
and invite the other.
They’re twins,
born of the same silence.

You don’t live in extremes.
You live in the lane between—
in the space
where things don’t scream,
they hum.

In all its colors,
we walk,
each our own path.

No blood in the soil.
No suffering in our stories.
No chaos in the air.
No enemies at the gate.

Just friends,
living like we remember how.

With kindness.
With dignity.
With the quiet courage
to let others be free.

We share this place—
a patch of earth,
a moment in time—
with peace,
rights,
justice,
equality.

Together.

Not as strangers,
not as tribes,
but as children
playing
in our own backyard
garden.

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

It’s not your time
all the time.
There is always
a participant.

You reap
what you allow,
receive
what you give.

Allow love,
and love will touch you.
Allow distance,
and distance will grow.
Allow harm,
and wounds will follow.

We think of ourselves,
our reasons, our intent—
but thoughts spark senses,
senses ignite emotions,
and emotions shape the world.

Trapped in our own design,
we see only our little box,
blind to the truth,
to the reality,
to our own creation.

Step back.
Lift your head.
Look at your garden.

Are the ones who love you
smiling at you?
Are you smiling at yourself—
with forgiveness in your face
and grace in your embrace?

When you cause harm,
you fail yourself,
you lose your soul.
A knife cuts
the hand that wields it first,
for a knife is only found
in darkness.

See what is.
How close are the deepest connections?

Wisdom is ancient.
Seek the old.
The harmonious relationship
is a story best told
by a teacher who has lived it,
to a curious mind that longs to know—
the thoughts of the wise,
the emotions of the youth.

Be considerate.
Be kind.
Be gracious.
Be whole.
Be you connected to.

May I be
connected to.

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

Imagination creates birth
and infinity.
Darkness births death
and transformation.
One cannot exist
without the other.

To engage is to become.
To become is to die.
And to die, is to transform.

Light is born of fire.
Fire is born of light.

As above, so below.
We are the below,
surrounded by the above.

Why fight for gods,
for superiority, for ashes?

Know your home.
Know yourself.

Learn to connect.
Learn to remember.

Kindness is the song.
Love, the heartbeat.

Come crying for your soul.
Leave smiling at your life.

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