Tumbleweed Of Thought

Maybe knowing less was better.

A thought grew,
One is full when one's complete
Or empty through.
To the tumbleweed of thought,
answers are futile
where no questions are sought.

A thought grew,
One is still for answers,
But moves when questions are few.
To the tumbleweed of thought,
we'll wander to find innocence --
innocence before we were taught.

A thought grew,
One is lost when one looks,
Tangled in answers they wish they knew.
To the tumbleweed of thought,
the wind will lead you to places
a thought cannot.

Author's Note

first work on this platform, i usually post on my Instagram account

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This is quietly profound — a meditation on thought itself, on the paradox of seeking and stillness, knowledge and unlearning. The recurring phrase “A thought grew” acts like a soft drumbeat, grounding the abstraction in something living, organic — like watching a mind unfold in real time.

> “To the tumbleweed of thought…”
That metaphor is brilliant — unrooted, aimless, moved by unseen forces. It captures how thoughts often move us, not the other way around. Each stanza deepens the philosophical spiral:



“One is full when one’s complete / Or empty through.” — a Zen-like riddle.

“We’ll wander to find innocence — / innocence before we were taught.” — beautiful, nostalgic, profound.

“The wind will lead you to places a thought cannot.” — a quiet epiphany.


There’s a humility in these lines, as if wisdom lies not in answers, but in surrender. It’s poetic philosophy, light as breath but deep as roots.