I wrote this poem as a way to explore how letting go of overthinking can lead to clarity.
Too often, we try to control every thought, every answer—when in truth, peace often comes when we stop trying so hard.
Thoughts Are Like Leaves is a reflection on quieting the mind and allowing space for something deeper to emerge.

Thoughts are like leaves—
Drifting, catching the light, falling when they’re ready.

We try so hard to control what we think, say, or do.
But what if we let go just a little?

When we stop grasping for meaning, we often find it.
When we stop forcing clarity, it arrives.

Let the last thought go.
Let the leaf fall.
And see what the wind carries back

Brent M. Jones

Brent writes with quiet confidence and curiosity, exploring communication, reinvention, and what truly matters. His reflections invite readers to slow down, reconsider their stories, and reconnect with the values that guide them. Through books, essays, and his What Matters newsletter, he offers writing that doesn’t shout—but still speaks clearly.

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Thoughts are like leaves—
Drifting, catching the light, falling when they’re ready.

We try so hard to control what we think, say, or do.
But what if we let go just a little?

When we stop grasping for meaning, we often find it.
When we stop forcing clarity, it arrives.

Let the last thought go.
Let the leaf fall.
And see what the wind carries back

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Thoughts are like leaves— Drifting, catching the light, falling when they’re ready.

We try so hard to control what we think, say, or do. But what if we let go just a little?

When we stop grasping for meaning, we often find it. When we stop forcing clarity, it arrives.

Let the last thought go. Let the leaf fall. And see what the wind carries back

Thoughts are like leaves—
Drifting, catching the light, falling when they’re ready.

We try so hard to control what we think, say, or do.
But what if we let go just a little?

When we stop grasping for meaning, we often find it.
When we stop forcing clarity, it arrives.

Let the last thought go.
Let the leaf fall.
And see what the wind carries back