Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

spiritual growth

  • Freedom or Footprint

    Freedom or Footprint

    To forge a path,
    we often block
    the view of other paths.

    Sometimes our choices
    are an abundance
    of radiant light,
    stretching in both directions—
    closer, yet wider.
    A treasure discovered
    within,
    as doors quietly open.

    Dictate—
    and you erase
    another’s freedom to choose,
    their own expression.
    Swing with the mood,
    dance with the thrill,
    and leave a impression
    inside yourself.

    Can an impression be harmful?

    The deeper the roots,
    the higher the ascendance.

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

  • What We Allow, We Become

    What We Allow, We Become

    It’s not your time
    all the time.
    There is always
    a participant.

    You reap
    what you allow,
    receive
    what you give.

    Allow love,
    and love will touch you.
    Allow distance,
    and distance will grow.
    Allow harm,
    and wounds will follow.

    We think of ourselves,
    our reasons, our intent—
    but thoughts spark senses,
    senses ignite emotions,
    and emotions shape the world.

    Trapped in our own design,
    we see only our little box,
    blind to the truth,
    to the reality,
    to our own creation.

    Step back.
    Lift your head.
    Look at your garden.

    Are the ones who love you
    smiling at you?
    Are you smiling at yourself—
    with forgiveness in your face
    and grace in your embrace?

    When you cause harm,
    you fail yourself,
    you lose your soul.
    A knife cuts
    the hand that wields it first,
    for a knife is only found
    in darkness.

    See what is.
    How close are the deepest connections?

    Wisdom is ancient.
    Seek the old.
    The harmonious relationship
    is a story best told
    by a teacher who has lived it,
    to a curious mind that longs to know—
    the thoughts of the wise,
    the emotions of the youth.

    Be considerate.
    Be kind.
    Be gracious.
    Be whole.
    Be you connected to.

    May I be
    connected to.

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

  • Three Paths, Eight Billion Ways

    Three Paths, Eight Billion Ways

    There are eight billion ways to live,
    Each a story, each heart a compass.
    Some drift like waves, some carve like rivers,
    Some rise like the sun to a chosen horizon.

    However, should we choose to group paths
    and map these countless ways,
    then the first obvious path
    is the path of reaction.

    We can choose to live unintentionally,
    where winds of chance decide where we go.
    Simply reacting, existing,
    turning in different directions,
    led by the currents of the mind.

    Yet, some choose another way—
    the one path, the path of single sight.
    A destination is chosen,
    a northern star gleams above,
    and the journey begins.

    Eyes focused, vision locked,
    every choice fuels momentum,
    propelling us toward a goal,
    on a hunt for sacred keys
    to unlock what we are meant to be.

    But beyond the roads of reaction and pursuit,
    there is the path of being home.
    It is living mindfully aware
    of the mind, the heart, and the soul—
    centered, whole,
    in the temple spaces of life.

    You are home, yet traveling still,
    a seeker, not lost,
    a wanderer with roots and wings.
    Neither pulled by currents
    nor chasing the horizon,
    but moving in rhythm
    between earth and sky.

    And in the dance of all three,
    perhaps we find the way.

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

  • Yield

    Yield

    To learn, we must yield,
    Like a river bending to stone.
    Slow down to sense and feel,
    The world’s heartbeat, nature’s own.
    Experience unfolds in stillness,
    A flower opening to dawn’s light.

    Love, wisdom, and light
    Flow to gift and reveal meaning,
    In the gentle current of being.

    Speed is a distraction,
    A chaotic haze,
    Blurring senses,
    Deepening shadows.
    A rapids, churning and blind.

    But in the slow and simple lane,
    Beautiful life awakens, free.
    Dewdrops on grass, bird’s melody,
    A world of wonder we rarely see.

    Like a river’s patient flow,
    Wisdom carves its gentle path below.
    Through canyon deep and valley wide,
    In stillness, truth cannot hide.

    In the rush, we lose our soul.
    In stillness, we are found and made whole.
    The river finds its way to sea,
    As we find our true identity.

    In quiet, discover your way,
    And reveal your spark.
    Listen to the whisper of leaves,
    The silence between heartbeats.

    If you want to live happy and free,
    Live quietly, wild and carefree.
    A paradox of peace and zest,
    In yielding, find your spirit’s best.

    What whispers did you hear today?
    In silence, what did you say?
    As you yield to life’s gentle flow,
    What truths did stillness help you know?

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

  • Empathy’s Weight

    Empathy’s Weight

    I can feel your pain,
    Whispered in my bones.
    Your struggles are now mine,
    An unmentioned burden that I bear silently.

    Every story told to me,
    Every tear I see shed,
    My heart is weighted down,
    A storehouse of sorrows.

    As understanding deepens,
    So does sadness grow.
    It is a strange bond:
    The nearer I get, the more I hurt.

    Yet, through this hurt comes a revelation:
    Life does not issue blame,
    Only learning etched into experience.

    We stumble and we fall
    And then stand up again
    Every mistake is a teacher
    Each sorrow is our guide

    No villains, they say in the allegory of human experience
    There are only students
    There is no failing again

    But if I must bear
    The load of a thousand lives
    For I can endure knowing:
    This is a school where we are all pupils
    This is school where all of us are learners
    But let me tell you something –
    This place is a memorable and beautiful college

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