On Clowns

When I look into the Sacred Clown
I never see a mournful frown
but see a wisdom deep and wild;
so deep they’ve found their inner child.
The dancing eyes, the singing heart,
the wisdom of that childish art
of finding ways into the core
of Gaia’s wisdom and much more.
‘Tis when the humour comes to play
I know I’ll see another day
with wisdom hid ‘neath joke or trick
and laughter coming ever quick;
so hold your tongue you serious folk
and hear the wisdom in the joke.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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