The Soul's Canvas
I do not wish
To fill the enigma of my brain
With meaningless information.
I do wish
To fill the space in my mind
With meaningful knowledge.
If I’m interested,
I’ll listen
And ask questions.
If I’m not interested,
I neither listen
Nor inquire.
I value knowledge
Over mere information.
I value meaning.
And if I speak,
It is after listening
With grace.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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.
The flame of knowledge and curiosity
Should merge in the dance of life.
What do I know? What explodes my amazement?
Here unfolds strength, my gift to the world.
Who drinks from my pool of knowledge?
Whose lives are influenced by my “why’s”?
This is the point of confluence where vocation thrives,
As a fruitful garden is punctiliously landscaped.
How have they developed “my babies”?
What feelings take root in their hearts?
The meaning of a well-spent life is found
In the mirth and progress of others.
We come into this world
Without being complete,
Yet can be said to have everything
Necessary for making our tune.
Life is like a canvas waiting for my hand
To paint chords where we belong.
Thus we put names on things,
Adding our own words to the great song,
Not to jostle but rather to augment
– A melody of joy intermingled with sorrow.
We make use of eyesight for what is visible;
Touch things that are tangible,
And sense the invisible presence hovering around us.
However, Mother Earth’s deep heart,
Gaps in space,
Are still a sealed book and
Beyond our ken.
The pathway to wisdom,
Knowledge interwoven with curiosity,
Is lit on through seeking, sharing, and reflecting.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The journey is as long
As the mystery is.
For in every step we take,
A new world, words.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Writing is liberation.
Reading is freedom.
Truth is honesty.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.