Personal Philosophy Poems

[teggie]

These are more ideals than poetry, but I still take to the pride of the poetry-like feeling it presents.

A Spark

And, there, she walked away
Not with contempt for me,
But with a cold facet for the world.
I am her walkway, a path/
To caress an aimless soul onward
Towards a symphony of love,
Or, rather, to free her constrained heart.
I will- am her guardian of light.
Fear not, darling, for the Universe has
A plan for your contempt to be extinguished.
Unto me, your soul's purity, I will release.

Stimulation

I do not write through the will of my mind.
It is not a will more than it is a stimulant.
Every word that flows through my hand is the prowess of my intuition.
It is as if my pen creates on my behalf, and I the pupil to its discretion.
Writing through the basis of your naturally true feelings.
This is creativity.

Listen

An ocean, a breeze. Through every wind is a wave.
The clash of elements is not a battle for power.
It is an attempt to harmonize with one another.
To question this process is to blind oneself.
Where is our sight if not to seek equality?
In a place is it, to be able to listen.
In which, this quality may be enhanced.
As we begin to perceive through our hearing,
We understand that we cannot seek harmony
Through our sight alone. We must be able to.... Listen.


Thank you for reading. More to come.