Philosophical poems

The possibility of nothing

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by Andrada Costoiu

Gigantic, uncontrollable gesture,
Was when we were given a heart
To live,
To love.

Do we understand anything at all?

Collective thoughts of complex spiritual movements,
And enigmatic minds of scientific thought
What do you have yet about the history and the future of the man itself?

Standing exposed to the wind of time,
Ruins, 
Decay of the flesh,
Stand as a description of Being.
Still, not discouraged, 
We’re outflanking the demon
Who whispers of death.

Smile and believe
Are the only ways to move forward,
For stuck with appearances 
We’re not.

Half foolishness, 
Half incomplete wisdom,
We dream and we may always exist,
Somehow, somewhere, if even in the minds of others,
For gigantic, uncontrollable gesture,
Was when we were given a heart
To live,
To love.

Note: Dedicated to A, my very good friend who lost her father this past week.

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My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

The collector of debt

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by Andrada Costoiu

We doubt everything,
Except you.
We can’t deny you even if we wish,
Your work is written in blood.

You inspire me.
 
You bring us great spiritual transfiguration,
You bring us love, desire,
You bring us life.

You’re shaking, spinning and trembling with giddy generations. 
 
You define the past with its theories and progress,
And the future with its visions and its dreams.
 
Time: the collector of debt,
Now and then,
From me, from you, from all of us.

*******

Forget the petty,
Focus on life,
Focus on you.
 
The history of you matters,
Even if it’s ordinary,
Even if it’s chaos or anarchy. 
 
You add to US,
Even in the hours of your unconscious sleep.

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

“Hear your soul” published in the Literary Yard

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Here is another poem, a bit heavier than the other I posted the other day, than has also been published in the Literary Yard. I hope you will enjoy it. You can read it in the Literary Yard here.

Photo : “Believe By Force”, by Kai Stachowiak

Hear your soul
by Andrada Costoiu

Bemused from the perusal,
Of walks through the world’s faiths,
You’re seating at the table of your life,
With present and the future you,
Still searching for enlightenment,
Still wishing that it is much more you knew.

Define the undefined, and feel it!
Your animated consciousness does that everyday,
Then why to find the answer,
To soul and its existence,
Is still uncharted way?

Behold the contradiction, the chatter of two sides,
As far apart as ever, both struggle to be guides.
One says that it’s your body the vessel for your soul,
The other that these two are indivisible and whole.

The inner music of your thoughts secretly shouts: ”I am immortal”!
Convincing, but certainly revised by your sense of the natural world.

Your heart pulsing beneath your chest breathes life,
You think, maybe your story didn’t last long enough to know the answer.
But then you lock eyes with yourself in the mirror,
You see,
Your soul, the silent actor,
Sealed tightly with the corks of your unfettered nature,
Assimilating, crystallizing, metabolizing,
The pain and the pleasure,
The gain and the loss,
The hideous and the lovely,
The demonic and the divine!
You feel yourself emerging countless times,
With purpose and determination,
Shoving away in scorn,
A vast blind history of explanations,
Of our origins and of the destiny of being born!

The chatter quiets and you listen,
The waters of your mind are clear and quiet,
And in their depths you see the wisdom of the untold aeons of time,
The energy and love,
Unquestioning, complete,
Beautiful and hopeful,
Becoming you.

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