Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

mindful living

  • Whose Steps Trail Yours?

    Whose Steps Trail Yours?

    Sifting through shadows,
    the phantom touch
    of what could be,
    you yearn for the intertwined fingers,
    the rhythm of two souls,
    marching in tandem.

    But there is this dance,
    that is an ancient truth,
    if it starts within.
    Are you joined in warmth,
    or just chasing illusions?
    Tethered to presence,
    or drifting in dreams?
    Can’t walk hand in hand,
    if you aren’t walking hand in hand.

    Thirty thousand sunrises,
    give or take a few thousand sunsets,
    the average span
    of a human dream,
    each with its own ache,
    its own wonder.
    Whose steps trail yours?
    Whose whispers do you hear?
    Chosen partner,
    or the shadow you cast alone?

    This trip,
    this never-ending scroll
    of awe and unknown,
    we name it life.
    And you,
    at the helm or riding shotgun,
    have your compass
    in the palm of your hand.

    How do you reach out?
    On what wavelength
    does your heart send?

  • The Reaching

    The Reaching

    A hand reaching,
    across a table,
    no agenda concealed in its palm,
    no desired outcome fluttering
    like a bird in a cage.

    Only the space closing,
    skin meeting skin,
    a silent current flowing,
    unbidden, unexpected.

    Not to gain,
    not to fix,
    not even to comfort,
    though comfort may unfold
    in the quiet that ensues.

    It is.
    A gesture stripped,
    of calculation,
    and of the relentless chorus
    of why.

    In that naked simplicity,
    a resonance.
    A weight that comes to rest,
    not heavy, but authentic.

    Meaning unfolds,
    and discovered,
    like a vein of gold
    buried in the plain stone
    of existence.

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

  • A World To Live

    A World To Live

    The world is yours
    Not to own,
    But to live,

    To dwell within,
    To feel earth beneath your feet,
    To taste rain on your tongue,

    To live with it,
    To grow alongside,
    Like trees reaching for the light,

    To sway with the wind’s whisper,
    To live with others,
    To embrace all,

    To thrive in diversity,
    As a forest of many species,
    To live all,

    To simply,
    Breathe, feel, and
    Live.

    In harmony, in unity,
    With the world that cradles you,
    A home, not a possession.

    The world is yours,
    Not to own, but to cherish,
    A gift to live within.

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