Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

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  • Freedom or Footprint

    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.

  • What We Allow, We Become

    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.

  • Lines

    Lines

    Boundaries blur,
    Borders break.
    Tension builds,
    Voices rise.
    Patience wears thin,
    Like a fraying rope.
    Lines are crossed,
    When the screaming,
    starts.
    No one listens.

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

  • Wrap Your Arms Around You

    Wrap Your Arms Around You

    Wrap your arms around you
    Give yourself a warm hug
    You may be grown up and old
    But inside you’re still a child

    You’ve passed the station
    Of asking no more
    And you’ve arrived to a stop
    Of not wanting what you need

    You love many
    And you are loved
    But the devil’s footsteps quietly approach
    Through the people you love

    How can one survives in this world
    Without declaring their wants and needs?
    With others falsely knowing and
    Speaking words that claim your needs?

    How can you live
    By feeling the need to ask?
    When will the uninvited devil walk in?
    When will the body rest?

    Giving is a gift, not everyone feels

    Flooding out of them
    Saving and possessing is a curse,
    That most feel occupied with

    Who is a more willing soul
    Than an earth angel
    To pay for the wrongs and hurt
    That others infected on you

    Mother, what would become of me?
    Father, where will I be?
    Brother, what do you see?
    Sister, how do you feel?

    You came whole
    They broke you
    Wrap your arms around your whole self
    Feel warmth of your complete embrace

    Deep breath

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