Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

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  • I Wish

    I Wish

    I wish for you
    A life lived being aware of blessings,
    In each day’s breakfast
    With sunlight piercing your eyes.

    I wish for you
    Nights that hug you,
    With the moon giving a gentle smile
    In your sleep.

    I wish
    For love to take over
    The daily routines made by you,
    While humility stands as an echo to your works.

    May you stand happy,
    Your own light shining from within you!
    May there be no shadow on your face!

    I wish for you
    Smiles that litter your day with sunshine,
    With laughter as blended hours,
    Wisdom and ascent.

    I wish
    That your challenges be stepping stones,
    Every struggle a tutor
    Guiding you towards a higher apex.

    I wish
    You moments full of inspiration,
    Warmth, affection, and joviality.

    I wish
    Love for you
    That is very rich, deep, and genuine.

    I wish
    For your heart to be like a shrine,
    Where sympathy thrives
    And forgiveness flows gently like a stream.

    And
    As I spread
    This love with you
    Within that divine space
    Where love makes do
    And becomes us,

    I wish for you
    A spirit that knows not fear,
    Unencumbered by negative thoughts,
    But rather grasping life’s great adventure.

    I wish
    All your wishes come true.

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

  • Be a Poem

    Be a Poem

    Be the ink on the page that twirls and dances,
    Depicting sublime concepts in words.
    Be the metered pulsation, point, and rhythm’s fluctuation.
    Let the muse guide ideas through poetry’s maze.

    Be the metaphor that reveals the essence,
    Interwoven layers of meaning.
    Be the imagination that ignites an inner sense,
    Transforming abstractions into images that soar aloft.

    Be raw emotions on the lines,
    Joy with sorrow, passion in between.
    Whisper too, and let some soulful cry be fine,
    Musical language, beautifully designed.

    When people are most dejected, be their light,
    Directing lost ships: in darkness show
    The warm glow of lighthouses for those who wander at night,
    A gentle morning breeze caressing softly as thoughts flow.

    Let your voice be piercing yet gentle like any poet’s,
    A beacon through the mundane veil.
    Be always stanzas that never grow old,
    Their value known regardless of time’s tale.

    Be the poem
    That is reborn with each new reading’s breath.
    Make wonder-miracles, create verses that
    Defy death in triumph and break the silence.

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