It Is Painful To Think Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

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