Swing that Sings

Swing that Sings a Story, 

 Will that Fades?

What if or What if not,

 Else, where 

Can't Classify it 

 Can't Categories it 

Under the tree which ties happiness and sad both 

 Peril in a while- where thoughts lead the hope 

Confused state - may clear the way.

 Not now, but quite soon. 

Writing was never my cup of tea. It always felt like fruit hanging too high to reach. But every time I write, something shifts I feel lighter. Writing, I've realised, is therapy. Quietly, stubbornly, it works.

And here's what I find fascinating — the base of critical thinking starts exactly here. In this place. It slowly penetrates the art of potential, synergising what comes straight from both the mind and the heart.

So, what do you think about mindful thought?

Here's my take  thoughts cannot be defined by a binary system. What is good for one person may be harmful for another. What seems wrong in one context may be exactly right in another. Building a universal framework for something that lives beyond imagination cannot truly be called mindful thinking.

But what we can do is channel our thoughts precisely directing them toward where they are genuinely needed for a particular idea or situation. Like water finding its level.

For instance, when trying to understand any complex system, the real skill is knowing where to place your thinking  not everywhere, but in the exact gap where your knowledge can add value, not drain the field.

What do you think? And don't forget drop a comment on the poem too.

Until then,
Rizz