Category: Poems about Philosophy

Bless’d are those who doubt
For they will discover the
Questions to live by

Blast from the past:

The philosopher:
Someone not content merely
To be in the now

Ascend the staircase
To reach a summit that is
Nothing at all

Blast from the past:

The back stairs lead down
To a dingy basement. The
Sign reads “No Exit”

Full enlightenment
Opening the lid, conscious
Veiled by no shadow

Blast from the Past:

Faith without doubt is dead, either toxic dogmatism or an insipid mirage.

Questions draw people in,
But pronouncements push them away
Ask questions.

Blast from the Past:

Raise troubling questions
Malleable conventions
Few floating forays

Let us walk into
The abyss knowing that we’ll
Never be the same

Blast from the Past:

The weight of freedom
Drags me far down the abyss
The trick? To lift it.

Slowly arching up
Curved to reflect the heavens
Reaching down to earth

Blast from the Past:

God’s heavenly fire
Can never endure
Captivity

Sitting in the rain
Contemplating the meaning
Of nothing at all

Blast from the Past:

This world we have built
Here for ourselves is nothing
More than dust and yet…