My soul—
my consciousness—
lives eternally.
Yet I exist
neither in the past
nor in the future.
On the infinite line,
I—timeless witness—
to this moment
conceived, defined.
A word—spoken.
Eyes—opened.
A world—created.
Reality—stamped.
Spiritual & Philosophical Poems That Inspire Wonder
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Eternal Now
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A Shadow and a Light
I would not trade the soft whispers of my soul
for the bright music of fleeting praise.
Nor the shadows that give it shape
to melt in the radiance of endless sunlit days.
I would wish my spirit a shadow and a light.A shadow to give me solace and the space
to feel the textures of the world unseen.
A light to guide my footsteps through the labyrinth
and find loveliness in what might have been.A shadow to ground me to the earth’s dark center;
A light to lift my gaze to distant, promising skies.I would rather my way had a seeking heart than that I accepted dull conjecture.
I crave the ache of reaching for the stars above,
for those who settle for dust have lost their deep hue.
I have known the thrum of a love that burns,
and its soft whisper rings more clear and true.When the evening falls, the tired bird takes rest
and dreams of flying on the morning breeze.
As sunrise wakes it leaves the sheltered nest
to greet the largeness with a glad prayer.The life of birds is quest and return.
A shadow and a light.The river flows from mountain’s height away
and gains strength from every winding stream.
It cuts its course through darkness and through light
until it flows to the sheen of the ocean.The life of rivers is a sharing and a gain.
A shadow and a light.And thus the self departs its boundless source,
to wander through the landscapes of the Now,
through the summits of strife and the span
of peaceful valleys where gentle breezes blow.To reach the final current, smooth and deep,
and lose itself once more where all beginnings sleep.
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Let It Be Now
Be enveloped by what you desire,
like morning fog
embracing mountain peaks—
the space between wanting and having
dissolved into mist.When thought and feeling is one,
a river joining the sea,
no longer separate currents
but a single flowing truth.Ask—without judgment.
The future becomes the present
when we believe
as if it already happened—
time folding,
creasing now into then.Feel the outcome,
walk backward into joy—
footprints appearing
before each step,
echoes preceding your voice.Do not pray for,
instead, let it be now—
the seed already a forest,
the journey already home.Where light casts no shadow,
there is no depth.
Truth is a meeting
free of illusion
and masks.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.