Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

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.
Three Paths, Eight Billion Ways

There are eight billion ways to live,
Each a story, each heart a compass.
Some drift like waves, some carve like rivers,
Some rise like the sun to a chosen horizon.

However, should we choose to group paths
and map these countless ways,
then the first obvious path
is the path of reaction.

We can choose to live unintentionally,
where winds of chance decide where we go.
Simply reacting, existing,
turning in different directions,
led by the currents of the mind.

Yet, some choose another way—
the one path, the path of single sight.
A destination is chosen,
a northern star gleams above,
and the journey begins.

Eyes focused, vision locked,
every choice fuels momentum,
propelling us toward a goal,
on a hunt for sacred keys
to unlock what we are meant to be.

But beyond the roads of reaction and pursuit,
there is the path of being home.
It is living mindfully aware
of the mind, the heart, and the soul—
centered, whole,
in the temple spaces of life.

You are home, yet traveling still,
a seeker, not lost,
a wanderer with roots and wings.
Neither pulled by currents
nor chasing the horizon,
but moving in rhythm
between earth and sky.

And in the dance of all three,
perhaps we find the way.

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

There’s a story within each of us,
spun from hurt and quiet victories.
Yet beneath the details, the echo of our years whispers the same essence-
a shared longing for connection.

Friends from the cradle,
yet a few sculpt the world with illusions,
spinning the idea that unity is forged
only in the fire of a common enemy.
But how can that be true,
when kindness is our first language?

Life grows complex
beneath the veils we sew,
when its essence thrives
in the simplest of truths.
Water flows freely,
gifted by nature’s grace.
Food flourishes in soil
untainted, unclaimed.
The breath we take—pure, unseen—
renews every atom, every pulse of life.

Would we not thrive,
if we cast off the burdens
and embraced the abundance
that was never meant
to be possessed?

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

I believe in freedom,
the birthright of every soul,
to wander, to wonder,
and to seek the uncharted paths of life.

I believe in curiosity,
the spark of our divinity,
calling us to explore the magnificent glory
of existence, without fear or limit.

I believe in democracy,
the song of many voices,
harmonizing in a chorus of respect,
compassion, and shared purpose.

I believe in connection,
the sacred bond that weaves hearts together,
where each soul uplifts the other,
and no one is left unseen.

I believe in capitalism with a conscience,
where purpose and profit dance as partners,
creating not only wealth
but a world of dignity and hope.

I believe in work that heals,
in businesses that serve,
and in success that nourishes both
the heart and the hands that built it.

I believe in stories,
the lifeblood of humanity.
Through them, we remember, we dream,
and we understand our place in the infinite.

I believe in courage,
the quiet strength to stand when others sit,
to speak when silence weighs heavy,
and to love when hate surrounds.

I believe in the power of one
to inspire the many,
and the power of the many
to lift the one.

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 hands held out in kindness,
in the strength of an embrace that says,
“You are not alone,”
and in the quiet comfort of simply being seen.

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.

I believe in the beauty of imperfection,
in the scars that tell our stories,
and in the resilience that rises
from the ashes of our pain.

I believe in the laughter of children,
the wisdom of elders,
and the unbroken thread that connects us all—
woven through love,
through memory, through the eternal now.

I believe in second chances,
in the power of redemption,
and in the boundless grace
that lets us begin again,
no matter how far we have strayed.

I believe in a world
where no one is forgotten,
where every voice matters,
and where every person
is a vital part of the whole,
like stars in the night sky.

I believe in the quiet heroes,
the ones who change the world
not with grand gestures
but with steady, unshakable love.

I believe in the mornings yet to come,
in the sunlight that will warm our faces,
and in the gentle truth
that even the longest winters give way to spring.

I believe in us.
In our capacity
to create beauty out of chaos,
to find each other in the void,
and to walk hand in hand
toward a brighter tomorrow.

I believe,
with every beat of my heart,
that we belong.
That we are here for a reason.
That together,
we can be the light we long to see.

I believe in you,
in me, and in us,
for together,
we can shape a world
where freedom reigns,
justice thrives, and purpose leads the way.

I believe.

And if you’ve ever doubted it,
let me remind you now:
You are part of this story.
You are enough.
You are loved.

This is our time
to hope,
to heal,
and to believe—
together.

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

Our steps can only
move in one direction,
yet we choose freely
the line they trace.
A note of possibilities
and probabilities.

We are either giving,
or retreating into ourselves.
Receiving,
or closing the door.
Kind,
or indifferent.
Loving,
or causing harm.
Welcoming,
or disturbing peace.
Living in harmony,
or in hurt.
A friend,
or a shadow of chaos.
A storyteller,
or a line written and erased
at will.
A voice,
or an empty cave.

Balance is the soul’s equilibrium—
to see the genuine,
hear the authentic,
and embrace who we are.

Not every stranger is an enemy,
nor does every event
place us in peril.
And every danger
calls for a different courage.

Discernment isn’t obsequious
and bound
by ideology or knowledge.
It is the wisdom
to see your true self,
to understand your role
within the cosmos.
It is the intuition of your spark,
the compass of your mind’s identity,
the principles
that guide your soul.

Before you act,
pause and ask:
Who am I?
Would I wish for a friend or a foe?
Does my heart long for love,
or carry the weight of hate?
Who am I becoming?

Take a step.
Be the person
worthy of your own beatitude,
Of living happily ever after.
Not someday,
but here,
now,
today.

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

Reality isn’t the way you perceive the world.
It isn’t your thoughts about life,
Nor is it the things around you.

These are the illusions,
The grand narratives we tell ourselves,
To make sense of the unknown.

Reality is perceiving what is—
Unfiltered,
Untouched by bias or expectation.

Clarity is both wisdom and power.
To see clearly is to witness the essence of all things,
Stripped down to their purest forms.
In that vision lies freedom.

Perception is a veil we draw over truth,
Shaped by fears, desires, and beliefs.
It convinces us to see scarcity where there is abundance,
Isolation where there is connection,
And loss where there is infinite potential.

To pierce this veil is to reclaim the fullness of reality.

When we give,
We often feel vulnerable,
As though something has been taken from us.

This sense of loss,
This echo of emptiness,
Is a distortion—
A negative energy born from a misunderstanding of abundance.
It resonates at a lower frequency,
Diminishing our vitality.

But in truth, giving creates connection.
It opens channels unseen,
Forming bonds that ignite the spark of light.

The friction of this connection doesn’t take—
It illuminates.
It lights the mind,
Awakening it to receive wisdom beyond comprehension.

The vulnerability we feel in giving is not loss,
But the courage to merge,
To blend,
To expand beyond the self.

In that merging lies abundance—
A space where creation unfolds,
Limitless and radiant.

What would the world look like,
If we embraced giving not as sacrifice,
But as the ultimate act of creation?

Could we learn to see vulnerability not as weakness,
But as the doorway to connection and growth?

Reality is waiting—
Not in how we think,
Perceive,
Or judge,
But in how we allow ourselves to be and to give.

Step into it,
And let the spark illuminate your path.

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

Let go
Or don’t let go,
Same choice.

Let the past be the past,
And the present be the present,
Same choice.

Live in the moment,
And forget the past,
Same choice.

Carry with you,
The moments from the past,
That are in the present.

Those moments
Can lift you to new heights,
And can descend you into a deeper hole.

Look around you,
What reminders do you see? Why?
Echoes of yesterday in today’s story.

Look inside you, who do you see?
If not you, then who?
A gallery of selves, past and present.

Moments of past,
That are present in the present,
Like stars whose light reaches us
Long after they’ve passed.

In the end, we are not defined
By what we remember or forget,
But by how we use each moment
To shape the next.

So let go, or don’t let go,
But always, always choose to grow.
Some outfits may no longer fit.

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

When we are out of balance,
We have no real choices,
Yet we convince ourselves
That we do.

Freedom, trapped in a self-made illusion,
Where only one path seems clear.

We move in circles,
Like a hamster on a wheel,
Repeating the same known step,
Again and again.

But balance brings sight to the horizon,
The taste of freedom on our lips
And only then can we choose—
Freely.

Armed with wisdom,
To guard against harm,
And nurture the connections
That bring us life.

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