Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

shared humanity

  • When the Well Dries Up

    When the Well Dries Up

    When the well dries up,
    and the road ahead flattens out,
    I’ll look out—

    not to a distant hero,
    but to the faces I pass
    every day.

    There, the unwavering glint in her eye,
    a relentless thrum of work—
    that’s vigor.

    And him, the quiet flush
    creeping up his neck
    when complimented—
    that’s modesty.

    Then her hand, always open,
    giving time,
    an ear, a meal to spare—
    that pours over,
    an actual generosity.

    It’s not a theoretical proposition,
    these virtues.
    They’re living next to me,
    walking the same roads,
    laughing, sharing burdens together.

    A constant,
    quiet rain of compassion.
    A reminder of what is present,
    what thrives,
    in the shared air between us.

    And if they can carry it,
    piece by piece,
    then so can I.

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

  • The Lane Between

    The Lane Between

    If you understand life,
    if you know how to live,
    then you don’t swerve—
    not toward this side or that.

    Because once you reach for one,
    you welcome the end,
    and invite the other.
    They’re twins,
    born of the same silence.

    You don’t live in extremes.
    You live in the lane between—
    in the space
    where things don’t scream,
    they hum.

    In all its colors,
    we walk,
    each our own path.

    No blood in the soil.
    No suffering in our stories.
    No chaos in the air.
    No enemies at the gate.

    Just friends,
    living like we remember how.

    With kindness.
    With dignity.
    With the quiet courage
    to let others be free.

    We share this place—
    a patch of earth,
    a moment in time—
    with peace,
    rights,
    justice,
    equality.

    Together.

    Not as strangers,
    not as tribes,
    but as children
    playing
    in our own backyard
    garden.

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

  • Whispers of Essence

    Whispers of Essence

    There’s a story within each of us,
    spun from hurt and quiet victories.
    Yet beneath the details, the echo of our years whispers the same essence-
    a shared longing for connection.

    Friends from the cradle,
    yet a few sculpt the world with illusions,
    spinning the idea that unity is forged
    only in the fire of a common enemy.
    But how can that be true,
    when kindness is our first language?

    Life grows complex
    beneath the veils we sew,
    when its essence thrives
    in the simplest of truths.
    Water flows freely,
    gifted by nature’s grace.
    Food flourishes in soil
    untainted, unclaimed.
    The breath we take—pure, unseen—
    renews every atom, every pulse of life.

    Would we not thrive,
    if we cast off the burdens
    and embraced the abundance
    that was never meant
    to be possessed?

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