The Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

nature

  • 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.

  • Breath Exchange

    Breath Exchange

    We breathe in
    From nose up
    To our mind,
    And we exhale down,
    An offering from mouth
    To earth’s trees.

    A very simple
    beautiful cycle.
    Delicate and vital.
    One couldn’t exist,
    If the other falls.

    Earth provides the atmosphere,
    We replenish it,
    The balance is clear.
    This Earth, a home,
    Not ours to drain,
    To plunder for profit,
    For wealth and greed.
    The chasm between
    The rich and the poor.

    Though all share
    The same air to produce.
    One atmosphere,
    Enveloping all.
    A borrowed breath,
    A life returned,
    In this resonant rhythm,
    We are bound,
    A reciprocal breath,
    Sustains all life.

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

  • Color the Magic

    Color the Magic

    The sky above
    Griffith Park is
    Black and white,
    A canvas primed.

    Ancient light,
    Millions of years old,
    Dances gracefully
    On a black surface
    Of the universe.
    Painting the seasons
    With cosmic hues.

    Stars holding hands,
    Singing so brightly.
    I climb the hill,
    Bathed in the glow
    Of the moon’s gentle smile.

    And I watch the trees
    Breathe. Inhale,
    Exhale.

    Leaves chatting
    Each other up.
    Colorful threads,
    Connect the leaves,
    To the sky’s light.

    Connect the leaves,
    To the forest,
    And all of its life.
    Connect the leaves
    To me.

    A surrender
    In wonder.

    Colorful threads,
    Love.

    Revealed.

    In every breath,
    In every beam.

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

  • The Tranquil Symphony of Wind

    The Tranquil Symphony of Wind

    In silence, with closed eyes, I sit,
    And let the world around me quit.
    I tune my ears to nature’s grace,
    To feel the wind in its embrace.

    The rustling leaves, a gentle sound,
    Like whispers from the Earth’s own ground.
    Through branches, wind begins to sing,
    A symphony, which hearts believe.

    It’s more than just a passing breeze,
    It’s like a magnet,
    Drawing me closer to its call,
    Like a cosmic force.

    The wind’s song stretches my mind’s wings,
    Unveiling truths that silence reveals.
    It touches me deep in my soul,
    A melody that makes me whole.

    In this communion with the air,
    I find a peace beyond compare.
    A cleansing of the mind and heart,
    Where inner worlds and winds dance.

    Close your eyes, and attend,
    To nature’s music.
    Let wind’s sweet song your spirit guide,
    In its embrace, my dear friend.

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