The Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

understanding

  • 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.

  • Assumptions: Unyielding Walls

    Assumptions: Unyielding Walls

    Those who assume
    Build walls of rigid truth,
    Brick by stubborn brick.

    Minds are locked gates,
    Beliefs are unshakeable.

    But those who offer
    Hold hands open to the sky,
    Ready to either catch starlight
    Or let it slip back to the void.
    They bend like reeds in others’ winds.

    I come to you,
    With my palms of possibilities.
    Not with demands, but wonder.

    I arrived with clay
    Waiting to be shaped.
    And my mind a blank page,
    Hungry for your colors.

    In my offering, I found
    Our true rhythm.
    Each note is a surprise,
    Each chord is a revelation.

    This music
    Of give and take,
    Of offer and response,
    Writes our song of understanding.

    In the space between
    Assumption and offering,
    Real connection grows.

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