Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

Knowing Beyond Knowledge

Make
From sunbeam slanting dust-motes dance,
a universe.

Make a breath,
a sigh from lips still moist with dawn,
and in the breath out,
shape the gossamer swoon of longing.

Make a memory,
a phantom limb of lost laughter,
catch it on to the silence
where whispers tenderly bloom.

Make a wish
upon the bruised velvet of dusk,
let it drift like dandelion seed
on currents unexplored.

Make a tear,
a dissolved pearl
tracing the landscape of sorrow,
and in its shining descent,
find the glow of resilience.

Make a silence heavy
with unspoken realities,
a canvas where the heart’s unspoken language
can be read.

Make a bridge of bone and tendon,
bridging voids of doubt,
with every step a testament to the will
that relentlessly unfurls.

Make a song
out of the murmuring secrets
of the leaves
a melody of impermanence,
sweet and haunting.

Make a firefly’s blink
in darkening indigo,
a tiny spark
against the vastness of night.

Make an outstretched hand,
comfort gesture or angry hug,
touchable link
in the tangled web of being.

Make a story
from fragments of a dream,
weave the surreal threads
into waking’s tapestry.

Make a life of learning,
a mountain of stored lore,
then in its shadow,
find the knowing
that requires no more.

Make the mind a vessel,
filled to its boundless capacity,
then trust the deeper flow,
the wisdom that it holds.

Make a moment linger awhile,
a sweetness on the tongue,
linger over its fleeting sweetness
before it dissolves into the now.

Make a world
within the limits of your own skin,
a sanctuary where strength and vulnerability
are blended.

Make it real,
this fleeting,
glimmering dance
this short and lovely becoming.
The Pyramid’s Knowing

Do you know the pyramid’s deep significance?

It is this:
a blending of polarities.

A foundation laid,
a single line connecting
the vessel,
the earth below.

Then, a rising,
two pathways reaching,
stretching for the vastness,
the distant stars,
only to meet,
to fuse as one.

The heavens above,
a spark’s flash.

You inquire about fate
and freely chosen options.

“Not one,
nor the other,
but two visions encountered,
collided imaginations,
seen and watched,
gave birth
to the world you live in,”
the pyramid informs us.

These are the forms
of possibility—
the dream worlds
and the images they contain.

The deepest conviction
is that it never exists
outside of us
but rather thrives
in the way we create
the ties that bind us.

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

A hand reaching,
across a table,
no agenda concealed in its palm,
no desired outcome fluttering
like a bird in a cage.

Only the space closing,
skin meeting skin,
a silent current flowing,
unbidden, unexpected.

Not to gain,
not to fix,
not even to comfort,
though comfort may unfold
in the quiet that ensues.

It is.
A gesture stripped,
of calculation,
and of the relentless chorus
of why.

In that naked simplicity,
a resonance.
A weight that comes to rest,
not heavy, but authentic.

Meaning unfolds,
and discovered,
like a vein of gold
buried in the plain stone
of existence.

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

The voice of the teacher,
is a note on the air,
spooling a story,
threads of alchemy.

Eyes meet with yours,
a flash of comprehension,
a breath of understanding held,
as the magic word is proffered,
one syllable, a phrase,
simple sounds charged with power.

The door is in front of you,
plain wood,
a simple catch.
No fanfare, no trumpets,
but the unspoken offer
borne within that breathed word.

The promise on your tongue,
a vocal key.
The choice unfurls
a peaceful landscape in your mind.

To say it,
to unlock the secret lock,
to step over the threshold
into the space waiting.

It is yours to take.
The story given,
the secret revealed,
the journey offered.

The way inward,
begins with a word,
spoken, or perhaps,
kept silent,
a truth recognized,
and finally,
stepped across.

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

A shadow,
my only consistent friend,
becomes shorter with the rising sun,
a lie, this shrinkage,
as it also extends,
an outstretched darkness
that drains the dew-frosted leaves.

Sun-lit, I stretch,
a still green reaching,
for the very light
that sears my edges brown.

A dryness quenched by the storm
that comes to tear me from the soil.

This rooted life,
a paradox of immobility and wild growth,
of receiving what consumes my being,
carbon’s gentle touch,
and returning the very breath
that enables the robin to sing.

They say I am plain,
a fixed point in a turning world.
But in my bark and flower,
quiet battles are fought,
a contradiction to living,
a paradox to being.

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

My soul,
my consciousness,
lives eternally.

Yet I exist
neither in the past
nor in the future.

On the infinite line,
I, timeless witness,
to this moment
conceived, defined.

A word—spoken.
Eyes—opened.
A world—created.
Reality—stamped.

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

The messenger walks alone,
a solitary silhouette
against the uproar.

Truth-
a stripping away,
a release
from grasping hands.

Life-
a spiral of paradoxes,
wealthy threads unseen,
humming on notations
withheld from others.

Relationships stretch,
tense and far,
across ground of varying mind.

Wisdom spoken
in a forgotten language,
falling on ears
that cannot decipher its old script.

Misunderstood-
a loud echo,
how can they perceive
the revealed gem
when they hold only
familiar stones?

The great ones, too,
traveled this path
a lonely expanse
before the dawn
of understanding.

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

I would not trade the soft whispers of my soul
for the bright music of fleeting praise.
Nor the shadows that give it shape
to melt in the radiance of endless sunlit days.
I would wish my spirit a shadow and a light.

A shadow to give me solace and the space
to feel the textures of the world unseen.
A light to guide my footsteps through the labyrinth
and find loveliness in what might have been.

A shadow to ground me to the earth’s dark center;
A light to lift my gaze to distant, promising skies.

I would rather my way had a seeking heart than that I accepted dull conjecture.

I crave the ache of reaching for the stars above,
for those who settle for dust have lost their deep hue.
I have known the thrum of a love that burns,
and its soft whisper rings more clear and true.

When the evening falls, the tired bird takes rest
and dreams of flying on the morning breeze.
As sunrise wakes it leaves the sheltered nest
to greet the largeness with a glad prayer.

The life of birds is quest and return.
A shadow and a light.

The river flows from mountain’s height away
and gains strength from every winding stream.
It cuts its course through darkness and through light
until it flows to the sheen of the ocean.

The life of rivers is a sharing and a gain.
A shadow and a light.

And thus the self departs its boundless source,
to wander through the landscapes of the Now,
through the summits of strife and the span
of peaceful valleys where gentle breezes blow.

To reach the final current, smooth and deep,
and lose itself once more where all beginnings sleep.

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