The Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

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  • I Visit

    I Visit

    I visit
    A domain within me;
    Just mind,
    No walls or doors.
    Painted by time and
    Emotion are landscapes of memory.

    I visit,
    I visit always,
    Every reason but none in particular.
    Sometimes I go to cry.
    Tears on fields of regret fall
    Watering seeds of ‘what-ifs’
    that never seem to bloom,‌
    But always present to visit

    I visit.
    A roundabout of the mind
    I turn and turn around
    Different horses but the same journey
    I start and finish in the same place

    I visit.
    Sometimes I visit stars
    Of missed chances to make my wishes
    Sometimes I visit to thank
    Ghosts of days gone by

    I visit.
    This familiar cage,
    Which will never let me go.
    I carry this place around
    Even there on bright days are its shadows.

    I visit
    Here as a captain and crewman,
    Difficult journey through stormy thoughts,
    However much I try to find a way back home
    But am caught up by drifting currents.

    I visit
    When I’m lost
    In the maze of the present tense.
    Sometimes I visit
    Hoping yesterday will soon
    Become today.

    Repeating the same thing
    But expecting different outcomes
    It is a memory of visiting
    I often do.

    I visit.
    I always visit.
    For in visiting, I am,
    Both lost and found again.

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

  • The Heart’s Arithmetic

    The Heart’s Arithmetic

    Three plus one,
    Does not equal four.
    Four minus three,
    Does not equal one.
    When divided,
    You cannot subtract nor add.
    Hearts feel infinity in a touch.

    Three plus three,
    Does not equal six.
    Six minus three,
    Does not equal three.
    When multiplied,
    The heart does not know numbers.
    Learn love in heartbeats.

    One equals many, equals everything,
    Equals one divided by zero.
    That’s what the heart knows.
    That’s what the heart knows.

    Parallel lines intersect.
    In the geometry of affection,
    Limits walk to eternity.

    One plus one,
    Countless possibilities.
    That’s what the heart knows.
    That’s what the heart knows.

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

  • I Paint With Words

    I Paint With Words

    I paint
    with words,
    a dreamscape
    of the mind.
    A sunrise heard
    in hues of gold,
    A lover’s kiss,
    sweet and tender,
    A storm raging
    with wild abandon.
    I paint with words,
    And you are
    my canvas.

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