Knowing Poems - Poems about Knowing

The circle turns, its edges smooth A line that holds, yet... a line that soothes. Its center still, its purpose clear A timeless truth that gently... draws us near. For to walk the circle is to see The Self as part of infinity. Its path unbroken, round and true It holds the many, yet... speaks...

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a hush swept through the room like a draft sliding under an old door slowly it made its presence known until our awareness was undeniable our minds were frozen in a different state and time a time of being and knowing ...

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She did not fall— She flowed. From the breathless stars to the edge of form, She shimmered between sound and silence, Becoming light before becoming skin. She walked the void barefoot, Carving paths in places the sky forgot, Speaking in colors the earth hadn’t learned to see. She was music before voice, Fire before flame, Knowing before name. In lives long buried in salt and smoke, She...

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He wanted to uncover the truth, but he never anticipated the path he would take— the one that led him to his nightmare, the one that revealed the other self. He understood what he sought to know, That sometimes the truth is the darkness hidden within the chamber. July 30, 1979. ...

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Although our universe seems To be mostly wide open space, Is it actually an entity With a personality and face? All golden, All glowing, All seeing, All knowing....

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An infant knows its mother by scent and breath a mother knows her twins they only fool themselves God knows us by the color of our souls, every shade, dent and chip -- No one knows us better than the IRS!...

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I have learned that hate is stronger and lasts longer than love. I have learned that those who 'forgive and forget' are often made to regret. I have learned to heal and to cope you don't need a ray of hope. I have learned that smiles which lie can let you die. I have learned that compliments are fake, like sprinkled sugar on a...

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May we be blessed across this world, our country, our cities, our towns and in our own neighborhood… Not to be those people who care about those things in life we shouldn’t… but be the ones who care about those things in life we should. ...

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Looking deeper than boundaries of skin, we recognise God’s light in every form, as light eternal, deep in heart within, as the vital force which keeps bodies warm, field of love and light, with which we conform. God then is the source, that lights every light and this knowing bestows spherical sight, that thus both immanent and transcendent, suffused with rapture of bliss...

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This Father’s day I’m grateful for remembering a truth that’s ironclad… How any man can father a child… but it takes time, energy love and patience for that man to become a Dad. ...

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I loved you from a distance, knowing that one day I would have to let you go, and now that day is near, and I sit with the weight of all these thoughts, wondering why I opened my heart, knowing you were never mine, why I let you enter my world when I always knew you'd leave, I wish...

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Today as I peruse the pages of my life’s book… I’m grateful that, over the years, in life I’ve known where to look… Because knowing where to look in life is important… and may not always be as easy as it seems… When I’ve looked outside myself I’ve discovered the beauty in the world…. when I’ve looked inside…I’ve found my...

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Flow of God’s life force, in this form of dust, enables us to ink the void with love, requiring but we discard deeds unjust, that boons of grace may in-pour from above. Innate joy of heart ushers bliss delight, that as we embark on a wingless flight, there is in us no fear, since God is near, speaking as conscience, whose whispers...

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Today I’m grateful for knowing the difference…. (something I learned long ago while attending Catholic school) between religions that are kind, loving, compassionate and giving and religions that are cruel. For I believe no religion can call it self holy… when they do their best to create… within their followers cruelty, prejudice, anger, animosity and hate....

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Silence, like a glass thrown up in the air Then exploding, its shards like a nagging echo Raining on a heart, and it's so unfair To bleed for love that is not there... Is there, Through this weary way of silence, I must go. I would turn around then I would not turn around, Your smile and glances...

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