Dear subscribers,
You may agree that it's so easy in our fast-moving world to get caught up in all the modern, trendy concerns of life itself and accidentally forget those big existential questions humanity has wrestled with since the beginning.
Some are looking for peace in the hustle of today’s grind. Religion and philosophy have often been a source of peace for many, but for those who need something to take home now, I’ve written some things for you.
If you are also interested in Christian poems, check out some of my other posts on my Substack.
For now, let’s reach for the stars (no pun intended).
Let’s stop for a second, free up our wits a wee bit, and find some deep introspection through a little existential poetry. I have penned two new poems that consider these topics.
I hope you enjoy them.
Hopefully, they'll make you ponder big things — to even maybe approach these timeless questions in a voice of your own in the style of your writing journey.
🌠 Poem 1: The Cosmic Dance
We dance and spin in space,
A pale blue dot, with so much to learn.
Why are we here? What's our cosmic role?
These questions echo deep in the soul.Meaning for all being, or randomness and chance?
From stardust came we, to stardust return,
But the meaning between, that do we yearn.In the blink of an eye, a lifetime has gone by,
Yet the universe stretches, eternal and high.
But are we significant? Do our acts amount?
Or grains of sand in an infinite amount?The dance goes on, with or without,
Our understanding, our fear, and our doubt.
Maybe the answer doesn't reside in what is known,
But the mystery is continuously shown.
🧠 Poem 2: The Mirror of Consciousness
I think, therefore I am — but what am I?
A bundle of thoughts and memories and feelings?
Or something more sublime, a spark divine,
Constricted within flesh and bone and wishing to shine?But then comes consciousness — where does it begin?
From the firing synapses or some ethereal spin?
The mind and the brain — they intertwine so well,
Yet the nature of self is undefined.In dreams and waking, in joy and pain,
The persistent illusion of "I" does remain.
But strip away layers of ego and thought,
What at the core lies? Can it be caught?Maybe basic parts of the universe in selfhood viewing,
With each mind a volume distinct, upon the shelf stood.
The question of being may have no end,
Yet in the asking, we grow, expand, and transcend.
The search for answers to the great questions of life can be endless, yet often it is in this quest we learn more about each other and ourselves too.
Until next time, keep questioning, researching, and gazing upon the riddle of existence.
On this Sunday,
James Watson
Beautiful poems, James! Thank you!
you’re an excellent poet❤️