The Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

self-love

  • Brimming Cup, Open Heart

    Brimming Cup, Open Heart

    The soft rustling of aloneness,
    not an empty echo,
    but a breathed in air.

    Space to untangle,
    threads of self,
    spun and known.

    No clutching hand required
    to feel the pulse of the world,
    the wind a soft touch,
    the stars a silent knowing.

    This self, rooted and whole,
    offers not an empty vessel,
    but a filled cup.

    Love then, 
    is a giving not a clinging, 
    two solid shores 
    meeting courteously, 
    the open sea between, 
    respected, understood, 
    a bond freely chosen 
    rather than desperately sought. 

    For in that solitude,
    the heart discovers its own song
    To truly sing in harmony .

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

  • Diadem of Self

    Diadem of Self

    Sun kisses my eyelids,
    I am awake.

    Gratitude a marching beat,
    In my chest.
    The simple beauty,
    Is everywhere.

    Love breathes into
    The tasks I meet,
    A soft warmth
    In every step.

    Humility paves the way,
    Humble thoughts guide me,
    In the choices I make,
    Deep inside.

    Each day reveals,
    A precious stone.
    From laughs
    To wise thoughts,

    With clear eyes,
    I see the world,
    My own reflection,
    A diadem.

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

  • Slay the Giants Within

    Slay the Giants Within

    Find love in yourself,
    And when you meet
    The hungry giants of evil,
    Feed them from your heart.

    Witness the fight
    Of success and failure,
    Of life and death.
    You’ll find only one hero-
    And the other does not exist.

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  • Wrap Your Arms Around You

    Wrap Your Arms Around You

    Wrap your arms around you
    Give yourself a warm hug
    You may be grown up and old
    But inside you’re still a child

    You’ve passed the station
    Of asking no more
    And you’ve arrived to a stop
    Of not wanting what you need

    You love many
    And you are loved
    But the devil’s footsteps quietly approach
    Through the people you love

    How can one survives in this world
    Without declaring their wants and needs?
    With others falsely knowing and
    Speaking words that claim your needs?

    How can you live
    By feeling the need to ask?
    When will the uninvited devil walk in?
    When will the body rest?

    Giving is a gift, not everyone feels

    Flooding out of them
    Saving and possessing is a curse,
    That most feel occupied with

    Who is a more willing soul
    Than an earth angel
    To pay for the wrongs and hurt
    That others infected on you

    Mother, what would become of me?
    Father, where will I be?
    Brother, what do you see?
    Sister, how do you feel?

    You came whole
    They broke you
    Wrap your arms around your whole self
    Feel warmth of your complete embrace

    Deep breath

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