The Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

personal growth

  • In The Name

    In The Name

    I am,
    Embraces all,
    A boundless light—
    Like dawn’s first ray
    Touching earth
    And the sky.

    Be mindful
    Of your words,
    They’re seeds in soil.
    Consider deeply
    What you name,
    The bonds you create—
    Roots spreading unseen.

    The essence dwells
    In every space
    You choose to inhabit,
    A whisper in the wind,
    A ripple in still waters.

    Be thoughtful,
    Be reflective,
    Express fully
    What you
    Call yourself.

    It shapes you—
    Your heart, your core,
    Like a potter’s hands
    Molding, yielding clay.
    It is you,
    And reflects what you
    Offer the world.

    You live
    Your chosen name,
    A mantra, a beacon.
    The image
    You craft of yourself
    Becomes your truth,
    Etched in the story
    Of your unfolding days.

    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.

  • Bag Of Choices

    Bag Of Choices

    Why do we esteem ourselves too much merit?
    Why do we relieve ourselves of our beneficial deeds?
    Why do we ignore the scale of our wisdom practice?

    Why do we exaggerate and understate?
    Does why matter?

    Why spend time finding and placing blame?
    Why spend time crafting reasons and excuses?
    Why spend time convincing a pack of a root cause?

    Your bag of choices,
    Leave not at wound scene.
    Bouncing from one extreme
    To the opposite of what’s seen.

    You are wise, you have understanding,
    And tools of knowledge you mastered.

    The energy and frequency is you.
    Walk as you wish, your own created path.
    At vibrations of your choice.

    Go ahead, the road is open.
    Yours it is, no one walked it before.
    Live life as you choose.

    Do no harm, and attend to.

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