It Is Painful To Think

Thoughts have been marketed well With well-polished shoes We were made to go to school And learn how to think To think in alphabets And numbers To think outside the box And within reason We were made into logical beings Always putting our thoughts first We were on the road to success But life taught us another story Thoughts are nothing but tools That need sharpening But sometimes are great when left blunt And other times are excellent when muted To allow the silence To take over And introduce us to the heart The heart is always mute Because it is not an organ But eternity itself It is the receiver and broadcaster Of everything illogical Sorrow is nested in the heart Laughter comes from the heart A smile emerges from the heart Love is domiciled within the heart The heart is a garden of the illogical The heart is the womb of Silence Wisdom and understanding Are born inside the heart It is painful to think That logic and reason are only confined To the boundary of time and space And the illogical is infinite