Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

emotional healing

  • The Truth in Fruit

    The Truth in Fruit

    If the fruit pleases the eye,
    it is already a feast.

    Press your teeth,
    let the flesh confess
    its honeyed psalm,
    let juice run like a promise
    kept.

    The truth does not hide,
    it ripens in the sun,
    round and fragrant,
    ready to be held.

    Tend the soul like an orchard.
    See past the peel,
    look deeper than skin,
    further than the horizon’s thin line.

    Love with both hands,
    and without gloves.
    Reach,
    and know your own hands
    are made of mercy,
    your spine a stem
    that sways but does not break.
    Touch,
    and trust the weight
    of your own grace,
    the kindness that bends your branches,
    the sorrow that roots you
    deeper into earth.

    Believe in the pulp,
    the seed,
    the inevitable bloom.

  • Of Mirrors and Embers

    Of Mirrors and Embers

    Vanity is a gilded cage,
    each bar polished to a blinding sheen,
    your reflection distorted in its golden grasp,
    a prisoner of your own making.

    It tells you, You are more,
    while the world shrinks into a mirror,
    and every face becomes an adversary,
    every word a threat or flattery.

    You preen, you pose, you hunger,
    until the hunger gnaws you hollow,
    for what is vanity but a feast of air,
    a banquet where you starve alone?

    And anger-oh, anger is the fire
    that licks your bones clean of reason,
    that turns your hands into fists,
    your tongue into a blade.

    It does not burn away the wrong;
    it burns you, leaves you charred
    and trembling in the aftermath,
    ash in your mouth, regret in your chest.

    Shatter the mirror.
    Let the cracks show you
    how light passes through
    even the broken things.

    Kneel by the river,
    wash your face in its cold truth,
    see yourself as water does,
    without flattery, without fury.

    When anger comes,
    do not feed it your breath.
    Hold it like a live coal
    until it cools in your palm.

    Breathe.
    The world is wider
    than your reflection,
    deeper than your rage.

    Step into the current.
    Let go.
    Be lighter.

  • Today

    Today

    Today,
    if your heart
    is still heavy
    with the burden
    of unspoken words,
    let them go,
    for their only home
    is the open sky,
    like birds
    from their cages.

    Let the truth
    take wings today,
    free of fear,
    free from shame.
    Wings of honesty
    will take you
    to the life
    you are
    meant to claim.

    If today,
    you look
    into the mirror
    and see a self
    you hardly recognize,
    break that facade,
    and give rise
    to your authenticity.

    Let all
    that has been
    false
    grow thin,
    the masks
    you have
    learned to wear,
    so that today,
    in this sacred moment,
    your essence
    can finally bare.

    If the road behind
    is rife with potholes
    of regrets
    and ill-spent time,
    today,
    pave a path forward,
    up the mountain
    you were meant to climb.

    Make each step
    dotted with courage.
    At the top
    may be that
    profound peace
    which can only be
    reached
    by those who welcome
    themselves wholly,
    and today’s courageous
    choices.

    Today,
    your presence is a gift
    to everyone you touch.

    Today,
    write yourself into being.
    Right now,
    in this very moment,
    your future can
    still blossom into
    a limitless horizon
    of possibilities
    if you dare enter
    your heart’s
    treasure room.

    So today and now,
    simply promise
    to live,
    awake and true.
    And today, this day,
    closest,
    will hear
    tomorrow’s gaze.

    Today,
    be the cause,
    become a word.

  • Bag of Moments

    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.

  • Love in Justice

    Love in Justice

    Love in justice is
    Restoration for the wrong,
    Self for the right.

    Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.