Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

authenticity

  • Journey on

    Journey on

    There’s a question
    Most never ask
    Simple, yet profound
    The key to your path

    How do I get there?

    Some chase wealth
    A million in the bank
    A mansion on the hill
    A fancy car in the drive

    Others seek contentment
    A family’s warm embrace
    A life of quiet joy
    Just enough to get by

    But whatever you choose
    Whatever life you crave
    This question burns bright
    Like a guiding flame

    How do I get there?

    Without it, you drift
    A leaf on the wind
    Reacting, not living
    Surviving, not thriving

    You turn left for a fallen tree
    Right to avoid the wolf
    Dizzy from the dance
    Of life’s random tune

    But ask the question
    And the fog lifts
    Your road becomes clear
    Your steps find purpose

    How do I get there?

    It’s not a secret
    It’s not profound
    It’s the map you draw
    The compass you follow

    Don’t be hypnotized
    By the world’s noise
    Create your identity
    Choose your own voice

    When you know the way
    Obstacles become challenges
    Your authentic self emerges
    In harmony with your dreams

    Journey on,
    With purpose in your stride
    For you’ve asked the question
    That lights the way inside

    How do I get there?
    Now you know.

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

  • The Paradox of Preference

    The Paradox of Preference

    People prefer politeness
    Over kindness.
    Politeness creates boundaries,
    Within the comfort zone.
    Kindness is intimate,
    It penetrates through the skin,
    And touches the heart.
    Politeness dresses nicely,
    Kindness is naked.

    Politeness is a mask we wear,
    Kindness, the face beneath.
    One shields, the other shares,
    Our true humanity.

    People prefer the shallow,
    Over the deep and true.
    Skimming life’s surface,
    Afraid to dive into the blue.

    People prefer entertainment,
    Over reality, journey, friendship,
    Exploration and discoveries.
    It is harder to consume
    The fabricated,
    Than it is to feel
    Life.

    Reality demands presence,
    Entertainment is a mere distraction.
    Only one shapes our essence.

    In the quiet of authenticity,
    We find our loudest truths.
    Yet we cling to noise,
    Evading the wisdom of our youth.

    People’s preference is
    A paradox.

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