The Clowns
Oh my,
Here they are again,
With squeaky noses and purple hair.
Rearranging everything.
Oh my,
Here they are again,
Making slapstick messes,
Pushing everything around,
Laughing,
I am NOT laughing,
How do I get them out of my house?
Then I begin to truly watch,
these jokers,
I see beneath their silly outfits,
And floppy shoes,
Glimpses of wisdom,
Movements of grace,
Their foolish antics and silly Pranks,
Their daring feats,
Are wreaking havoc,
To the stagnant order within my life,
Waking me to the Absurd Illusion,
That Changeless Order exists,
That keeps me in bondage.
And here they go,
Sticking out their tongues at me,
Mimicking my uneasiness,
Awakening me,
To the only security that is real,
The security of knowing eternal change,
Did I already tell you,
I am afraid of clowns?
Are you?