Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

empowerment

  • 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.

  • Wondering Into I Can

    Wondering Into I Can

    The illusion of I can’t
    Evaporates into a gentle wind,
    To become an inevitable I can.

    And its box of reasons
    Turn to wheel,
    When the seed of want,
    Is planted in the soil of passion.

    Watered with
    The feelings of wondering love,
    And nourished by
    The thoughts of creative imagination.

    The bud of possibility
    Finds a way through doubts,
    It spreads courageous leaves too
    That can seize the chance light.

    Each period of development
    It is a silent protest
    Within the quiet words of boundaries,
    At the same time, mute declaration
    Of the unexplored capacities.

    The map of the inner realm
    Changes in numerous ways
    The horizons that seemed remote
    Now lie close to extended hands.

    In the field of confidence,
    Where “I can’t’ withers away,
    Whereas “I can” grows
    Into vast forests of endless becoming.

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.